Note: The following story contains themes of rape and reluctance, turning into eventual pleasure. It is based on fantasy only, and is not to be replicated in real life. If you do not enjoy this fantasy, please navigate away from this story and restrain yourself from leaving bitter remarks in the comments section.
Rayna Matthews adjusted her blazer before entering the bank. Her black pumps echoed on the tile floor, but were soon muffled by an ornate rug in the middle of the floor. People were in line to speak to various bank tellers.
"Can I help you?" asked a smartly dressed man as Rayna entered.
"Yes, I have an appointment with Walter Scott to apply for a business loan," Rayna said, taking in her surroundings.
The man nodded and gestured for her to sit in the chairs pushed against the far wall. Rayna sat and crossed her legs, careful to not let her pink satin underwear show beneath her pencil skirt. Her fingers skated across the plastic folder sitting on her lap, and she absentmindedly drummed out a tune she had heard on the radio as she drove to her appointment. The chair she was sitting in wasn't particularly comfortable, and she wiggled in her seat a little to get comfortable.
The bank was small, but very nice. The tellers stood behind a genuine granite counter. Bankers sat at various mahogany desks, strategically placed so as not to take up too much space, but so bankers and clients were out of earshot of one another. There was a room in the back corner with a keypad, and Rayna could see rows of safety deposit boxes.
"Rayna?" She looked up, the sound of her name startling her from her thoughts. The man, presumably Walter Scott, led her to the desk closest to the door. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, with a little bit of a gut, but was handsome nonetheless. Rayna thought he must be in his mid fifties, possibly getting ready for early retirement based on his posh suit he wore.
"Did you bring a copy of your business plan and financial documents?" Mr. Scott inquired. Rayna nodded and handed over her folder, complete with charts and graphs of expected startup costs and quarterly earnings. Mr. Scott glanced over the information, nodding his head.
"So what would make your bakery stand out from the half dozen already in town?" He asked, not unkindly. Rayna opened her mouth to answer before she was interrupted by gasps and a gruff voice.
"Everybody put your hands behind your heads, line up on the ground in front of the desk," a tall man with dark hair and bright blue eyes said, gesturing with his gun to the very desk Rayna was sitting at. She obeyed, placing her hands behind her head and sitting on her knees on the cold tile ground.
The man gestured at the tellers, "you too, and don't even think about pressing your panic buttons," he said, ordering the men from behind the granite countertop Rayna had admired earlier. She noticed that she was one of three women in the room, the other two women were older, maybe in their forties.
Other men with guns filed into the bank, and the one who was clearly the ring leader, stopped the final teller walking out from behind the counter. "I want all the cash you have on hand." He pointed to one of his men, "keep a close eye on him," he ordered.
The teller quickly returned from behind the counter with a few wads of cash, unable to look the robber in the eye as he handed it over.
"That's it?" The ringleader asked, clearly agitated. The teller nodded meekly, his voice shaking.
"Yes sir, we don't have access to the safe until after hours. It's on a timer." The 4 bank robbers all looked at each other, the boss clearly trying to contain his anger.
"Can't you override the timer?" he asked, getting more and more agitated by the minute. The teller shook his head.
"It's on a timer for exactly this circumstance." Boss man shoved the teller to the ground and clenched his teeth as he inspected the cash. He glanced around the room for other valuables, until his piercing blue eyes landed on Rayna.
"You," he said, his voice cold. His eyes raked over her skirt and blazer. Rayna had chosen a champagne colored button down blouse with a fashionable bow that was tied loosely at her neck. It was a satin blouse that she had bought at a thrift store the week before, and brought out flecks of gold in her brown eyes. She had chosen the skirt suit because it had a demure femininity to it, with just a hint of sexy. The black skirt hugged her ass perfectly, but the blazer and blouse were modest enough to keep the entire ensemble tasteful. Rayna's blonde hair tumbled in loose waves onto her shoulders, and beneath her blouse were D cup breasts encased in a soft pink bra with black lace trim, which matched her panties.
"Me?" she asked softly, looking around her and praying that this angry, violent, erratic man was addressing anybody but her. The man's lips curled into a smile as he wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and yanked her to her feet. Her perfectly toned legs shook underneath her, and were especially unsteady because of her black heeled pumps. The man gripped her tightly.
"I guess we'll just have to get our payment in other ways," he said gleefully, as his men joined him in undressing Rayna with their eyes.
"If you fight me," the ringleader whispered in her ear, "I will kill every person in this room one by one, saving you for last." Rayna whimpered, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. The man slid her blazer down her shoulders and onto the ground, undoing the bow at her throat with surprising gentleness. His erection pressed into her back as he undid her buttons one by one, exposing her bra and breasts to the entire room. The women looked away, while the man stared, transfixed by her heaving chest.
The robber shoved Rayna into the counter, the hard stone cutting into her belly. He yanked up her skirt, revealing the panties that barely covered her ass. He slowly slid her panties down her thighs, allowing them to pool at her ankles, held in place by her high heels. He spat on his fingers and used them to spread apart Rayna's pussy, lubricating her tight fuckhole before sliding two of them in.
Rayna whimpered and tried not to gasp as the man exposed her shaved pussy to the room. The walls of her cunt hugged his fingers as he teased her g spot, thrusting his fingers in and out until she was wet to his satisfaction.
Rayna heard him unzip his pants and tried not to cry out as he pushed his hard cock unceremoniously inside her. The bank was dead silent, the only noises were Rayna's whimpers and the man's balls slapping against her clit, his hips pounding into her heart shaped ass, and the man's grunts as he thrust inside her. The obscene noises echoed through the bank. The hostages on the ground could only see the ass of the man thrusting inside Rayna, but eventually heard the sloshing noises Rayna's pussy made as it was thoroughly fucked.
"Please," she begged, "don't cum inside me, I'm not on birth control," as the man's thrusts became more frantic, his breathing more and more shallow.
"I won't get you pregnant," he said in a sinister tone. He quickly shoved Rayna to her knees and pinched her nose, forcing her to open her mouth. He groaned as he jerked his cock into her mouth, forcing Rayna to taste every last drop of his semen.
