Abby and Natalie, Part 2
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Two college girls continue their crime spree and up the ante

A cold and calculating look came into Natalie's eyes.  She gave Abby a
brief look that said, "Follow my lead."

"Whoa there, what's the problem?" said Natalie.  Her voice was calm but her
heart was racing. "Dude, what's with the gun? If it's money you want, we
don't have much." She spoke loudly and moved her hands a lot, doing 
everything she could to focus all of the man's attention on her.  Meanwhile,
Abby was quietly edging closer to him.

"Like I said, we don't have a lot of green," Natalie continued. "I mean, I
think I've got about ten bucks on me right n..."

At that moment, Abby performed a lightning-fast kick that sent the gun 
sailing out of the man's hand.  She dove for the weapon as it fell to the
ground.  Before the shocked man could recover, Natalie cheerleader-kicked
him in the jaw, stunning him.

Abby picked up the gun and pointed it at the bum.  She advanced on him
until she was almost right in his face. "Looks like the shoe's on the other
foot now, huh, tough guy." Suddenly reversing the weapon, she clonked him 
on the head with the butt of the pistol, knocking him out.

"Close one," she said.

"Yeah," agreed Natalie. "Exciting, though." She pointed to the gun. "What
are we going to do about that? You have much experience with guns?"

"Oh yes," said Abby. "My dad's sort of a collector.  We've gone shooting a
lot.  How about you?"

"I've done some shooting at summer camp.  I know enough to get by.  I'm 
probably a bit out of practice, though."

"Well, we're definitely not letting him keep the gun.  And we sure as hell
aren't taking this to the cops.  I guess we should keep it," concluded Abby.

"Maybe it's a good thing that this happened now," said Natalie slowly. "I
was thinking we might take things up a notch."

"What sort of things are you suggesting?" Abby asked cautiously.

"Well, beating people up is fun, but I'm always looking for something new.
Also, we're going to need more money pretty soon, and these bums here aren't
exactly known for having lots of cash on them.  If we used that gun to start
robbing people, it could be very profitable and very fun."

"We do need the money.  And I'm also in the mood for something new.  All
right, let's do it!"

"This is going to be so exciting," Natalie grinned.

"Hell yeah," said Abby.  Her eyes traveled to the still-unconscious bum. 
"Let's heave this guy into that dumpster over there before we go."

Giggling, the girls picked up the man and tossed him into the dumpster. "He
sure stinks," Natalie commented. "He'll be right at home in there."

"Now for the robbery," Abby said. "We should start with a soft target."

Natalie thought for a bit. "I've got just the thing." She whispered her plan
into her friend's ear.  Abby smiled and nodded in agreement.

They stood close to a fast-food restaurant with an all-night drive-through,
but not close enough that they could be seen by the employees inside.  
Looking at the cars slowing to enter the drive-through, they searched for 
one whose driver matched their preferred target profile - a young, smallish
male in the car alone, driving an expensive vehicle.

"There!" declared Abby suddenly, pointing to a black BMW.  The driver was a
nerdy-looking male in his twenties, and he was alone.

"Perfect," said Natalie.  The girls approached the car as it slowed and 
prepared to turn into the drive-through entrance.  Natalie rapped on the
driver's window as Abby stood on the other side of the vehicle.  The gun was
concealed under Abby's top.

The window was rolled down. "Excuse me," said Natalie in her most innocent
voice. "We're sorry to bother you, but my friend and I are really hungry and
the drive-through doesn't serve walk-ups.  Could you give us a ride through
there so we can order?"

The young man smiled. "Sure," he said, unlocking the doors.  He wasn't 
worried...after all, in his mind, two hot young women were nothing to be
scared of.

Abby climbed into the front passenger seat while Natalie got in the back.
"Thanks," said Abby. "We really appreciate this.  Here's how much we
appreciate it." She pulled out the pistol and pointed it directly at his 
head.

The man's face turned white. "Wha...what the hell are you..."

Natalie punched him in the nose, releasing blood. "Shut up.  Turn the car
around and drive to the nearest ATM."

"And you'd better not try anything smart," warned Abby, tightening her grip
on the gun. "Just do as we say and you won't get hurt."

They arrived at the ATM.  Prodded by Abby's gun, the young man went to the
machine and withdrew money while Natalie kept a lookout.

Abby showed her friend a wad of $20 bills. "500 bucks.  That's the most the
machine will let someone withdraw in a day."

"Wallet and cell phone.  Hand them over," Natalie ordered the man.  Fear
showing on his face, he did as he was told.  She pocketed the phone and
quickly went through the wallet. "Only eighty bucks.  Lots of credit cards,
though." She looked at her victim. "That's a nice watch you have there.  
Hand that over too."

She slipped the watch onto her wrist. "Hmm, looks good.  I can see why so
many female celebrities are wearing men's watches now."

"Okay, get into the back seat," Abby ordered the victim. "And give her the
keys." Abby got into the back with the man, keeping her gun trained on him.
Natalie started the car and they headed off into the night, out of town.

"Wh...where are you taking me?" he stammered.

"Shut up.  Don't ask questions," snapped Natalie.

She drove until they were many miles away from town, out in the middle of
nowhere.  She pulled the car to the side of the road.

"Okay, out," said Abby.  When the young man was out of the car, she
continued, "Now take off your clothes."

"Wha...huh?"

"Take off your fucking clothes, prick."

He obeyed, removing his shirt and pants, but hesitating when it came to his
underwear.  A growl from Natalie and a wave of the gun from Abby spurred him
to action.  He stood naked before the two girls, completely humiliated.  
They tied his hands with his shirt, then tied him to a tree with his pants.
His underwear was stuffed into his mouth as a gag.

"All right, here's the deal," announced Natalie. "We're leaving you out here
naked, miles from town, and without your cell phone.  We'll have plenty of
time to go shopping with your credit cards.  Don't worry, when daylight 
comes people will be able to see you from the road.  Although in your nude
condition, maybe you SHOULD be worried that people will be able to see you.
Heh heh heh.  Anyway, you should take a lesson from this...hot chicks are 
dangerous to mess around with."

The girls drove back to town in triumph in their victim's black BMW.  At the
outskirts of town they ditched the car and walked back to their motel.  They
checked out and left town in Abby's car.

In the next town the next morning, they bought a big load of groceries and
filled the tank with gas.  The girls then headed to the local mall to go on
a shopping spree with their victim's credit cards.  They bought large 
amounts of clothes, shoes, and jewelry.  Abby, liking the look of a man's
watch on a girl's wrist, also bought a watch that matched Natalie's.  After
that, they looked for a place to stay.  Tiring of cheap motels, Abby and
Natalie checked into the Hilton.  Figuring that their (nude) victim had 
gotten help by now and canceled his credit cards, they ditched them and paid
for the room with cash.

The girls spent the afternoon trying on their new outfits, swimming in the
hotel pool (in new bikinis they had bought with nude boy's credit cards), 
and excitedly reminiscing about the robbery they had pulled off without a
hitch the night before.

For their next robbery, Natalie and Abby targeted a fast-food place itself.
They walked in ten minutes before closing time, bandannas covering their
pretty faces.  Abby pointed her gun at one of the employees and ordered him
to empty the cash registers.  The girls made off with over $700.

The next day, Abby noticed her friend staring out the hotel room window with
a wistful, faraway look on her face. "Penny for your thoughts, Nat."

"You know, I've been wondering...what it's like to kill someone.  How does 
it really feel? Is there a huge rush, a feeling of power?"

Abby stared. "Are you really suggesting..."

"Not like THAT!" said Natalie. "Not murdering an innocent person.  I mean
killing someone who deserves it.  Someone who's done us harm.  Someone like
Castigan or Bennington."

"Well, I'm always up for upping the ante," Abby replied. "And Castigan and
Bennington deserve whatever comes to them.  But this is huge.  If we do 
this, there'll be no turning back."

"Is there any turning back now, after what we've done already?"

"No.  I guess there isn't."

"So it's settled.  Now, who to target first?"

"I'd go for Castigan," said Abby. "An athletic director isn't going to have
as much security as a university president.  Like before, we should start 
with a soft target."

"That's what I like about you," grinned Natalie. "You're always so 
practical."

"And we're going to need a lot of that.  Now, I know Castigan likes to stay
late in his office sometimes to do paperwork.  Everyone else in the building
is gone by then.  That'll be the perfect time."

Two days later, the girls stood by the university athletic complex in the
dimming light of a gray and gloomy late afternoon.  A light was on in 
Castigan's office.  All the other windows were dark.  The girls scouted the
building to make sure the rest of it was empty.

"All clear," said Abby.  She squeezed her friend's hand. "This is for us."

"For us," Natalie echoed, squeezing back.

They walked up to Castigan's office, hearts pounding.  Abby knocked on the
door.

"Come in," came the distinctive voice.

The girls stood before him. "Good afternoon, Director Castigan," said 
Natalie with an evil smile.

"You two!" growled the athletic director. "I've been meaning to talk to you.
What with my van and office being vandalized, and President Bennington's
office being vandalized too, then you girls disappearing."

"Yeah, we did all that," smirked Abby. "And now we're here to finish the 
job."

"What do you mean by that?" growled Castigan.

"Why, we're here to kill you, of course," said Natalie, still smiling 
evilly.

"What? Is this some sort of crazy joke?"

Natalie launched herself through the air in a flying kick, her boot 
impacting Castigan's face. "No joke, asshole." The director was knocked out
of his chair and onto the floor.  She stomped viciously on his face.

Abby performed a tumbling pass of a roundoff, back handspring, back tuck to
take her close to Castigan. "Allow me to join the party." She kicked him in
the side, cracking one of his ribs.  A second kick to the same location
broke the rib completely.

Castigan, howling in pain, stumbled to his feet, a wild, panicked look in 
his eyes.  He tried to run for the door, but instead ran straight into 
Natalie's fist.  Laughing, the two hot young ladies stood on either side of
him and took turns punching him in the face.  After each girl had hit him
about ten times, Abby crouched down and delivered a powerful uppercut that
sent the athletic director to the floor.

Castigan stared up at the two lethal vixens who were brutalizing him.  He
could tell by the strength of their blows that they were perfectly capable
of killing him with their bare hands and feet. "Please," he begged. "I'll
end your suspensions.  I'll give you anything you want.  Just don't kill 
me!"

"Litte late for that now, fucker," snarled Natalie, stomping on her victim's
face again. "Come on, get up.  Can't you handle the female sex?"

His ego spurring him on despite his pain, Castigan struggled back to an
upright position and swung a punch at Natalie.  She blocked it easily with
her toned forearm and responded by punching him in the eye.  Abby then did a
spin kick on him, her boot slamming into the side of his head.  He would 
have been knocked down again if Natalie hadn't caught him.  Grabbing him by
the shoulders, she kneed him hard in the stomach.  As he doubled over, she
stepped back slightly.  Balancing on her right leg, Natalie fired five rapid
high kicks in succession into her helpless victim's face.  The final kick
knocked him down for the last time.

Abby wrapped her muscular thighs around Castigan's neck.  She began 
squeezing, slowly choking the life out of him.  He struggled desperately, 
but there was nothing he could do against the raw, brutal power of this
vixen's legs.  Just before her opponent was about to pass out, Abby suddenly
twisted her hips 180 degrees, snapping his neck like a dry twig.  She stared
at his corpse, passionate fire flowing through her.

"Oh my God," she moaned. "This is incredible.  I have never felt so 
powerful."

"I was right!" said Natalie. "It does feel like that! I'm doing the next 
one."

Abby had recovered from her almost-orgasm. "Come on.  Let's get out of here
before someone sees us."

As they left the building, Natalie wondered, "Will anyone suspect us?"

"I doubt it," Abby responded. "No one knows we've come back here, and I 
don't think anyone will think that a couple of pretty college girls could
commit murder, even if they do suspect us of vandalizing his office. 
Anyway, none of those sexist males in charge of investigating something like
this will think that a woman has enough strength to kill Castigan the way we
killed him.  They'll probably blame a large male for the killing."

"Using our bodies to kill is much more fun and exciting, but we should have
some more guns, just in case there's any trouble with the police," said
Natalie thoughtfully.

"Good point," replied Abby. "No way in hell we'll let them take us to 
prison.  My dad has a lot of guns.  I have a key to the house and I know
where the key to the gun safe is hidden.  Tomorrow during the day, when my 
dad and my mom are both at work, we can go there and get what we need."

"And tomorrow night, we can go to my parents' house," said Natalie, a cold
look on her face.

"What do you need to get from there?"

"Not to get anything.  To make our next kill."

"Oh my God," gasped Abby.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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