An Elaborate Heist

[themann56]

Outside the Dionne Modeling Agency in Chicago, IL...

Six tall svelte buxom would models sauntered in the agency. All were of different races two white, one black, one eastern Asian, one middle eastern and one Hispanic. All were above the minimum 5'8" inch height requirement for hire.

The young, red headed petite receptionist asked politely "May I help you?"

The raven haired Japanese beauty Tomoko Kirasaw replied "We all are from the Hammer Group, we have a 10 o'clock."

"Yes, you guys are a little early. Please have a seat, and can I get you anything?"

"If we had wanted anything, we would have gotten it beforehand duuuh" growled Jessica Fuentes another statuesque jet black haired goddess who hailed from Mexico City.

Her five other cohorts only turned and glared at her. The red headed receptionist, Patti McCormick who was taken aback thought to herself, what had crawled up her ass. About 15 minutes later, the assistant to the hiring director Eva Carlson escorted the group in for their interviews.

"Good morning ladies, we are glad to meet you all today. But I must start off by saying that your agency did not forward any of your portfolios. Do you have them now?" asked Eva.

"Nope" replied the impatient and equally irascible Jessica Fuentes.

Eva turned to her boss 41 year old Sandra Fryer and each gave each other the look. But before anyone of them could speak, Tomoko uttered "What my colleague meant was that uhh... oh just fuck it. We will be the modeling group at the Art Institute tomorrow night's gala. So portfolios are not required, you get the picture, right?"

"My time is precious and limited so Eva will escort you people out and don't bother applying to this agency or for any other reputable agency ever again. You people are so irresponsible and unprofessional, Jesus Christ! Eva, what the hell am I paying you for?!""

Jessica responded, "Tomoko you always give half ass explanations, and they never get your drift. Allow me to clarify things here for you bitches."

At her desk, Patti McCormick thought she heard some yelps but dismissed it as probable laughter. Just then a dark clad young woman approached her desk not saying a word but faintly smiling disarmingly.

Inside the office was a different matter. Eva and Sandra were being roughly admonished and were hand-gagged by Penny Sax and Tasha Nichols. Tomoko had retrieved a letter opener from Sandra's desk and waved it at the two frightened women. Tomoko finished explaining what was going to happen and why. There was no need for this but in her experience, it made things go smoother and if things went to plan, the hostages could do nothing about it.

"Oh and one more thing before you two set us up for tomorrow's gig. Lose every stitch of your outfits, underwear and hose and shoes included. No? I thought not, so Daarina and Bela will help you two but it would be better if you undressed yourselves believe me."

As would be expected, Sandra and Eva still refused to strip and shook their heads as best that they could while still being hand-gagged and physically restrained. This led to the last two members of the group, Bela Clark and Daarina Ahmad to move toward the two restrained females. In unison and without saying a word, delivered almost simultaneous gut-wrenching punches to the helpless women's abdomens. Next Daarina started high on Sandra, unclasping the pale-yellow Donna Karan sleeveless dress which fell down to her flailing legs leaving her in a black 34 C demi-cup bra and matching black satin panties and silk stockings. Black Jimmy Choo pumps only remained which soon were removed and added to her growing clothes pile. Tears now started to flow down her cheeks. Her aide Eva Carlson faired no better as Bela relieved her of her red-bottoms and her dark gray business power suit. Eva now squealed in pain and from knowing that every article of her clothing was about to be removed from her shapely, becoming body. When they were both totally nude Tasha and Penny released their holds and the two women fell to the floor onto their knees assuming an upright fetal position and whimpered. Their protestations fell on deaf ears.

"Okay time for you bitches to log us onto the event list and print our access passes and anything else we will need" ordered Tomoko.

Sandra now brazenly replied "That won't do you any good. When the police find us, they will be waiting for you asses to arrive!"

The felons all snickered. A demure Eva said "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I thought Jessica told you, you two will be coming with us today. And if you two cooperate fully, we will allow you to redress but if noooot..."

Sandra and Eva could only stare at each other. Their trauma was beginning to paralyze them.

After 20 minutes...

The group of 8 women briskly walked past Patti McCormick's desk. Eva and Sandra had hoped to make eye contact with Patti in the hope of alerting her to their predicament. But they only saw a young blonde sitting at Patti's post. It became apparent that she too had been replaced. Everything had been planned ahead of time and was in motion. But what had they done with their receptionist? If the wall behind Patti's desk had a mirror, all would have seen a dazed, bound and gagged Patti starting to awaken and regain her senses and to become aware of her situation. Patti's mouth had been overly stuffed with cotton gauze and tied in place with a silk scarf. Nylon cordage tied her hands behind her back. More lengths of rope held her forearms to her trunk, thighs together just above and below her knees. For good measure her wrists were tied with a length of rope running down her lower back and butt crack to attach to her ankles. One last length wound around her throat and was looped to connect to her thigh binds. This forced the hapless receptionist into a ball with minimal motion possible. Occasional swift kicks stifled her mewling. Her heels lay strewn at her side being the only article of clothing that was removed. A removal crew would come for her at the end of the day.

Saturday the afternoon of the planned heist inside the female security/usher locker room...

"Where are we supposed to keep all these cows, Marge?"

"Well, for now let's get them stripped and bound cuz I can't take all this whining and incessant inane questions."

"I don't know about inane but their questions are just don't make any sense."

Sixteen nefarious females dressed in matron pale blue below the knee dresses, herded eight female ushers and eight female security officers toward the extreme rear of the changing room where they were appalled to see 16 matrons bound and gagged on the floor mewling and trying to free themselves and each other. The use of zip ties thoroughly precluded this, but they still tried to no avail.

Clara Wilson the most senior security officer said, "So this is where you got those uniforms."

"No shit Sherlock, you must be in Mensa."

"Nooot, cuz her dumb ass is about to be in the same situation in about five minutes. All right ladies take off your uniforms and be quick. We have a schedule to keep. And please take notice of the Beretta with a silencer. Head shots are my spe-cial-ity. Comprendez?"

"All right everyone let's get into their unis and make sure you look smart. We can't have any fuckups at this stage."

"Claudia, you stay behind and keep tabs on these bitches."

"Why do I have to be on guard duty?"

"Cuz you are the nubie and you do it so well."

"Well fuck it and fuck you Gloria."

Sandra and Eva had complied with their kidnappers but had not cancelled the Dixon Model Agency's appointment. Them not being on hand, led to Sandra's underlings giving them the night's contract. And with the contract went the red formal gowns and heels to be worn that night.

"An angered Jessica Fuentes growled "You bitches did that on purpose. We will deal with you cunts shortly believe you me."

"Leave them alone Jessica, this isn't helping anything. We need to think and fast," said Tomoko.

The real models for the evening's event had arrived and were getting last minute instructions from museum's curator Anastasia Miles. The six were all clad in long flowing red silk v-neck gowns with matching heels. Their pearl necklaces were faux of course.

Tomoko ordered "Have Angela and her team lead them into a side parlor, and we'll take their places. And make sure you get that big tittied bitch who's in charge too. I can see she will be a problem for us." "I don't know, tell them dumb bimbos anything and they'll believe it. Just make sure they get them alone. Jesus, do I have to do all the thinking around here!?"

Several minutes later under the ruse of a last-minute security briefing, the fake security guards led the six beautiful slender models into a side parlor away from entering guests with Anastasia Miles in tow. Anastasia was a control freak and was gladly willing to sit in on the security briefing and its details.

When Anastasia and her models were inside the parlor, one of the fake guards quickly closed the heavy oak door behind them. Tomoko, Jessica, Tasha, Daarina, Penny and Bela showed themselves. When Anastasia finally became too obnoxious, she received a swift back hand from Tomoko. This was followed by the six real models being grabbed and hand-gagged. A nine mm Beretta was produced which stifled much of the mewling and whimpering. But it soon became clear that a new plan would be needed. The real models were true models. The largest of them would be barely a size 4. None of the muscular, svelte waylayers would come close to fitting into their clothes.

"Well take their gowns and shoes anyway. Maybe some of the matron crew replacements can squeeze into them and not look and not look like the She-Hulk transforming" offered Tomoko.

"I wouldn't bet any money on that happening Tomoko."

"Yeah, methinks you're right. But we must get close to the painting somehow. Think, think" said Tomoko.

"Should we bring them their underwear you think?"

"Knowing Delta team? What do you think Cara?"

"Right, silly me me. Sorry ladies everything off, birthday suits only Saturday night! DId you hear me? Strip bitches, we're not fucking around with you cunts! You too granny hurry up.

Cara's last statement cut Mrs. Miles the deepest, her being an ex-Mrs Illinois in her day. But over the last several years, the many luncheon and rubber chicken dinners and put a few extra pounds on her nice frame, namely her breasts, thighs and round plump butt. The size eight MILF, stood out clearly from her 20-somethings who were cachexic appearing next to Anastasia. Anastasia's forearms could barely cover her massive 42 DD breasts prompting one of the thieves to say "You needn't be bashful, we're all girls here, right? I said right?" Anastasia only gave a weak nod. "In fact, I think I'll play you. I love warm perfumed underwear."

Tomoko chimed in "Nope better let Chloe be her. She'll be much better fit."

"Ahhh, but I'll help her out of the outfit at least."

"No you won't dyke, we don't have time for your shit. We need six matching outfits like now."

Angela Clark responded, "I know, the orchestra members all dress alike, they are in the East Wing."

Tomoko said, "Great let's finish hog-tying these hos and get over there before they come out to play."

The fake security and fake models led by Tomoko left the room with the six real models all lying on their stomachs with their hands tied behind their backs connected by rope to their ankles forming a "C" almost. But behind a curtain, Cara had the nude buxom Anastasia hand-gagged and admonished her not to make a sound. When everyone had left, Cara quickly gagged her with a handkerchief and bound her hands behind her back and forced her to kneel. Cara then bound the MILF's ankles together. Cara undressed from her pilfered security navy blazer and matching skirt and pumps. Next her undies were dropped to the oak floor on top of her uniform. Anastasia's eyes just welled with tears and her mews increased proportionally. The other thief had already stolen her outfit. There could be no other reason to be dragged behind the curtain and both women to be completely naked.

""We have to be fast bitch and if you don't want the others to know what's happening, you'll be quiet and compliant. You get me cunt?"

Cara told her they she would do her first in order to get Anastasia in the mode. "Open them giant thighs bitch you know you like it. You're dripping already and I just started."

"Mmpphh, uugghh!"

"You know you like that tongue action ho, don't play coy now."

The cacophony of mewling from the six nude, bound and gagged models was starting to fade as they could hear what was happening to their benefactor and they wanted to hear everything.

Cara now had Anastasia flat on her back and she straddled the mature's face while she tried to unclench her thighs so that she could taste MILF pussy. "Okay, I know what you old cunt's like." And having said that, Cara rolled Anastasia over onto her knees with the meaty butt up in the air. Cara proceeded to rim the MILF's butthole causing her to whine mostly from embarrassment. Anastasia tried to buck her off but the physically fit bandit had a firm grip on her thighs. This movement only served to excite Cara who then jammed her tongue as far into her rectum as possible.

"Don't worry dearie, my turn is coming soon. So, when I take the gag out you must be very quiet or else."


Two fake security guards escorted the six impostors toward the East Wing. They hoped that the orchestra members were still there and had not left to start the night's entertainment. When they arrived at the East Wing's staging area, they learned that the ten female members of the orchestra were in the restroom preening before their performance. What a stroke of good fortune for them to separated from the male members.

Tomoko said "Let's hurry before they come out."

"Hello everyone" Carly Jefferson, a security impostor said. The ruse was a last-minute ID check. The gala's reason for being held and the thieves objective, was a Van Gough reportedly to have been his first painting ever put to canvas. This was verified after two years of a worldwide exhaustive research endeavor. Chicago was to be the first city of a world tour. The orchestra members readily complied and did not question any security measures that were requested of them. Angela and Carly simply asked for any form of ID. Several feet away the six impostors huddled together.

"I've got Sweet Tits."

"I'll take Nice Ass."

"Cat Eyes for me."

"Cankles I guess, but not the heels."

"We have enough wardrobe changes I'm sure, we can mix and match. Let's get this done but quietly" said Tomoko.

Carly pretended to receive news of a security breach involving one of the orchestra members on her radio.

She said "Detective it's a Code Silver alert".

Tomoko opened "We know one of you have been compromised by the Chicago Outfit. She is wearing a wire our sources tell us."

The orchestra members had been assembled throughout the country and really did not personally know one another. They only gasped and eyed each other suspiciously.

"Anyone want to admit to your complicity in this matter and forgo a strip search of everyone here? No? Okay the hard way. The first five of you into the stalls and remainder face that wall."

A 34 year flutist was the first to protest. "Is this legal?"

"Hey Bela, we have Clarissa Darrow here" answered Jessica. "You come with me bitch!"

The aggressive Jessica started to unsettle everyone else. More questions started to be asked.

"Keep calm ladies, just ignore my rude partner if you will. But this is SOP. Thank you for cooperation in advance."

Tomoko's statement eased any misgivings for the moment. The unsuspecting orchestra members were under the impression that they would only be subjected to a brief pat down. But once inside the stalls, the members were ordered to strip down to their underwear. Expandable batons were produced when protestations began to arise. As it was inevitable, the members of the orchestra had to be choked into unconsciousness with the impostors using their batons on them. The stripping of them came soon thereafter and rapidly as they all would be regaining consciousness shortly.

All five were placed on top of the toilets and were subjected to their heels being flipped off and tossed. They were pulled forward and had their navy ballroom gowns unzipped. This allowed the impostors to shimmy the gowns down below their buttocks and thighs, then over their knees down to their feet. The members were then summarily pushed back onto the rear of the toilet. The underwear clad women were now starting to stir but still unaware of their surroundings.

"We're almost out of ties and gags, I guess those skinny bitches depleted us."

An angered Tomoko replied "Who brings the bare minimum bindings? Was there a shortage of ties and scarves that I didn't know about? Just use the rest of the duct tape for now."

"What duct tape?" said Jessica.

"God damn it! You cunts are so unprofessional! Just use your clothes and undies" growled Tomoko.

Over by the restroom wall Clara Simms whispered to her work friend, "I don't think they are real security."

Bela ordered "Okay get out of them gowns. We have use for them. Now whores!"

Awhile later...

"At least give us some of our clothes to cover ourselves, you hooligans."

"Hooligans? Just how old are you bitch? Just shut your trap and turn around and give me your hands."

"You all will pay for this. As soon as...mmpphh uugghh!" The 37 year old cellist Maxine Givens had someone's panties rudely forced into her mouth and tied in place with a partially shredded blouse. She was herded toward the back of the restroom with her fellow orchestra members who now stood in long sateen mixture of white and ecru slips, all with their hands securely behind their backs and barefoot. They were forced onto the floor by their captors and had their ankles bound.

"You do know they will get to their feet when we leave and hop to the door right?"

"Yeah, yeah, right. We better shred those slips and put them in a hogtie like the others." Having overheard this, the orchestra members all started raucous mewling into their gags.

"Can it, you're all women and no lesbos either I bet. So shut the fuck up!"

The thieves were not so gentle in removing their slips as they had no use for them. They were roughly torn free from their owners along with many neighboring bras and panties. Before the impostors were on their merry way, they left the stunned women in all states of undress, breasts exposed, crotches free to the air and asses out. To add insult to injury, they were all rolled into one giant pile of writhing partially nude women.

Now it appeared that six orchestra members were being escorted to the main hall.

At checkpoint Charlie...

Four museum guards sat at a large table eying arriving and meandering guests very closely.

"Helga tuck in your shirt, it's too big."

"Its not like I had a rack to choose from you know."

Beneath each guard was a woman tied and forced to lie in a tight ball clad only in their underwear. Any hrrummpphhs from them were met with heavy sharp kicks from their captors. The mewling quieted each time right on cue.

"Carla Evans, a disguised security guard said to "Tomoko "We'll clear you guys to the main stage to the left of the Van Gough, clear?"

"Okay, let's get in position and wait for my cue" ordered Tomoko.