This is the first time I've written erotica, actually this is the first time written fiction. I did try to find an editor but alas the editors I contacted either didn't reply or they were too busy. I'll apologize in advance for the typos I'm sure you'll find. I've read and re-read until I can't see any more. I wasn't sure which section to place the story in, eventually I chose nonconsent/reluctance, I'm not sure if it's the right one but I decided exercising caution was safer than risking offense.
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Becky came out of the small kitchen at the back of the bank. Where was everyone?
"Hey!" she called, "I'm off now. Your sandwiches are in the kitchen, have a nice weekend!"
But she could tell something wasn't quite right, she noticed a pair of legs sticking out from behind the door. she paused for a moment and frowned as she tried to process she was seeing. The conservative black shoes, the swell of the calves, the dowdy woollen tights...
"Mrs Carson? Are you ok?"
No reply, in fact it was just all too quiet apart from a static sound, like a walky talky, or maybe it was a police radio? Then she saw what she thought was Mr Cooper also on the floor on the other side of the desk. She frowned, he looked at her anxiously.
Finally the penny began to drop, of course she was in a bank, this was a robbery that kind of thing happened in banks. She took a tentative step back unsure of what her next move should be. Suddenly she felt an arm snake around her waist and before she could react a hand covered her mouth muffling the cry of shock that was about to emerge. She felt a body press up against hers and then he spoke,
"Well, where did you spring from?"
His voice was rich and smooth and deep, it reminded her of the dark dangerous places, forbidden things. He had an accent. Was it Irish? Scottish?
Fear trickled down her back like icy rain and she felt her knees almost buckle with terror. She couldn't answer the question of course with his hand clamped securely over her mouth but he didn't seem to expect an answer.
"Now listen carefully angel, I want you to do exactly as I tell you and I promise if you do I won't hurt you, Okay?"
Desperately trying to block out the panic that gripped her, she forced herself to nod in response.
"Good girl," he said soothingly. "Now I have a gun here, its loaded..."
At the mention of the gun she began to shake uncontrollably. What was she even doing here? Why did she have to be in the bank during a hold up? Why didn't she just leave when she had the chance? She could feel her legs start to give way from beneath her but her captor seemed to anticipate her reaction and before she began to slide to the ground. He pulled her towards him bracing her against himself, holding her upright.
He was speaking again in that hypnotic voice of his. She desperately tried to control the panic that was sweeping over her again and focus on what he was saying. She realised he was trying to calm her down.
"Easy, easy I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth in a second. Don't make a sound, just breath. That's it baby deep breaths, good girl"
Her trembling slowed but it didn't stop. She heard the crackly radio again, it was attached to him. She realised it was tuned into the police and they were talking about the bank, she wasn't able to decipher exactly what they were saying with all the interference and the technical language but it seemed to spur her captor into action.
"Now we need to get out of here fast, the bank is going to be surrounded by police very soon and you're going to be my hostage."
Another wave of panic washed over her.
"You're going to be ok if you do exactly as a I tell you and nothing else. I promise I won't hurt you "
He spoke to her slowly and clearly like a teacher trying to explain something to a frightened child "Ignore everything I say when we go out there just remember I'm not going to hurt you if you do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?"
She nodded squeezing her eyes shut trying to dislodge the brimming tears starting to blur her vision, and suddenly they were moving, his arm around her neck, the gun at her head they walked forward into the cashiers area.
It seemed as though everyone who was in the bank was lying face down on the floor with their hands behind their heads, she might have laughed at the absurdity of the scene if it wasn't so frightening. Two men weren't lying face down, they were dressed in motorcycle gear, and wearing crash helmets with tinted visors, they were both frantically loading wads of banknotes from the cash desks into black holdalls, pausing only briefly to glance up at the new arrivals.
He spoke again "We need to get moving, they're nearly here. Grab the money and lets go"
The men did as they were told, they grabbed their holdalls and headed for the door. Rebecca was pushed out first and they emerged from the building into the bright mid afternoon sun. A police car screeched to a halt in front of the bank and two police officers jumped out, both armed, both pointing guns at her and her captor. They seemed very young and a bit scared.
The one on the left spoke slowly in short authoritative sentences "Don't move or we'll shoot! Let go of the girl. Throw the gun down and put your hands where I can see them"
He laughed derisively from behind her, as if the officer had just cracked a particularly funny joke. "Oh Fuck off, you know the score, either of you move a muscle and I'll blow her fucking brains out."
Oh god, he was going to kill her, she was going to die. She tried desperately to reassure herself, he said he wouldn't hurt her if she did as she was told, he'd promised. The cops simply stood and watched helplessly as they took off round the corner, he ran, dragging her along with him, she somehow made it to a van without falling and they piled into the back.
And then they were moving, the van tore of up the road before the side door was even closed. He was holding her still, bracing her against him and the van hurled forwards she heard sirens although there were no windows in the back and she couldn't see through the windscreen from where she was sitting.
Both of the men with the hold alls were looking at her, although she couldn't see their faces through the visors of the helmets.
"What the fuck is she doing here Jason?" The driver shouted back
"We couldn't of got out of there, I had to take a hostage, they arrived unbelievably fast, there must have been an armed response unit in the area already."
The guy closest to her spoke "I didn't expect get out of there so easily after they arrived to be honest." He had the same accent as Jason
"Neither did I." She thought that it sounded like more of a cockney accent this time
Jason again "There was only the two of them, they can't really do too much without back up, but I'm sure they wouldn't have let us just walk out of there if I didn't have her."
the other man with the irish accent spoke again "We'll dump her when we do the switch, we can leave her in the van. Blindfold her now, I want to take my helmet off."
She felt her fear abate slightly, she didn't understand what they meant by 'the switch' but they seemed intent on letting her go now she'd served their purpose. Jason released his hold on her but just as quickly she felt him tying something over her face. She was being thrown around a lot more now that he wasn't holding her, she felt a lurch of nausea when they took a corner.
Travel sickness; she'd always suffered from it badly. She supposed she couldn't hope for any respite while she was being kidnapped, she figured if anything the stress would make it worse. She couldn't see anything anymore but she could hear them unbuckling their helmets and breathing hard as they must have pulled them off. She briefly wondered what they looked like underneath them.
"I think you should tie her hands too, just in case Jason"
"Ade, she's fucking bricking it, she's shaking like a leaf here, she's not going to do anything"
"I don't think we should take any chances"
He let out an exasperated sigh and then she could hear him moving around. He grabbed her hands and was tying them together tightly. He seemed to be using some kind of strap, it dug painfully into her wrists when he finished. She was relieved when he pulled her towards him again and wrapped a protective arm around her waist. Without being able to see or use her arms to steady her it was a lot easier having someone to lean against who was holding her upright.
They were no longer driving as quickly, amazingly the sirens seems to have abated but she could hear a helicopter above. The way the van was moving seemed to change they were driving slowly, and they seemed to turn a corner every few seconds. She was still trying to figure out what was happening when the vehicle came to a stop she heard the side door slide open and they all climbed out.
Was this it? Where they going to leave her here? She held her breath in anticipation.
Jason spoke again "Ade and I will take the Astra you two take the other car, we'll meet at the liaison point as arranged before heading back to be sure we're not being followed."
There was silence for a while and then he spoke again,
"I don't think we should leave her, we're taking her with us."
"Why the fuck not, we said we'd leave here." Ade sounded angry.
"YOU said we should leave her here, I don't want to make any rash decisions about this anything could happen. We're taking her with us."
His tone brooked no argument and when they began to move off she felt someone grab her arm and then she was being pushed face down into the back of a car.
"Lie down behind the seats" the one called Ade ordered, his was voice harsh "I'll be watching you and if I see you move I'll put you in the boot"
She shuddered, the car doors slammed and then they were off again. She kept as still as she could.
