Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story for people who enjoy submissive role playing. It is in no way a justification or encouragement for rape or any other sexual crime.
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Ed hadn't needed to go along; he hadn't even designed a role for himself in the robbery, but it was his masterpiece and he wanted to be there to watch it, to make sure no small thing went wrong.
So he sat on the counter of the bank, swinging his legs idly, tapping the shotgun lying across his knees and staring at the small crowd of prisoners huddled on the floor, from behind his dark sunglasses.
There was a soft murmuring from somewhere in the group, more distinct than the sniveling of the more terrified customers of the bank, and Ed hopped down to his feet, swinging the shotgun up into his hand with an intimidating clank.
Suddenly the soft thud of his boot falls was the only sound in the room, and he smiled behind his mask at the feeling of power it gave him, a turn on like no other he'd felt.
Jackie had been sitting with her daughter Chrissie in the bank manager's office when the dozen or so armed men had burst through the bank's front doors and began shouting commands. They were all covered in black gear from their boots up to their hoods and glasses, so that the only discernible factors you could tell about them were their height and weight, which all seemed average.
All she had wanted was to help get her 20 year old daughter her first car loan, and now the two of them were face down on the floor of the office, blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed, wondering when the ordeal would be over.
Jackie had forced herself to stop crying after the first 20 minutes, because of how much more uncomfortable the blindfold got as it soaked with tears, but she began to sob again, harder than before as she heard the door of the office open and something she was sure was a gun pressed into the small of her back.
Ed moved the point of his shotgun slowly up the women's back, drawing her loose fitting top with it until he could see the strap of her bra, bright white against the smooth tan of her skin. He had to fight to control his breathing, and reminding himself that he was a bank robber and not a monster; he removed the gun and shut the door of the office, clicking the lock behind him.