A/N: I wasn't planning on continuing this (been working on some longer more involved stories) but once a seed is planted it's hard not to cultivate.
I couldn't move. I didn't
want
to move. My whole body thrummed in pleasure. I felt fucked up. Ruined.
What was wrong with me? Why had I cum so hard from that?
I trembled in the wake of dark sticky fantasy made reality.
I remembered there was an audience to my humiliation and violation and began to cry anew, silently this time, mourning the loss of my innocence, my shame dulled by the tingling rush in my head. I prayed the security footage would never leak, and that no one had been recording on their phone.
Blue gazed down at me, in the horrible tense silence, eyes glassy and satisfied, staring at my freshly fucked, cum soaked body until his breathing calmed. He turned to the other robbers, "Who's next?"
My heart leaped into my throat,
no please no...
The horrible pregnant silence was pierced by a loud 'TINK' sound, metal on marble, then whatever it was, clattering to a stop somewhere between us and the main entrance.
"Tear gas!" someone yelled, before a hissing noise filled the air.
"Masks on!" Blue yelled with a deep booming voice that made me flinch. All the men with Numbered ski masks started running towards the entrance, finding cover to peek out from, ready to fight the cops with full face gas masks protecting them.
Before I could even think about crawling away, Blue scooped me up, put a gas mask on me, and laid me over his shoulder. The four men with colored ski masks, Blue, Red, Green, and Orange, started heading down the stairs leading deeper into the bank, with me and the duffel bags full of money.
I tried to shout for help, but the mask muffled me. Orange, a massive tree of a man walking behind us, with biceps bigger than my head, laughed at me then wagged his finger in reproach like I'd been an unruly child. I glared at him, and he smirked at me from behind the mask, gazing unabashedly at my hanging breasts, swinging with the momentum of Blue's gait.
Much to my surprise there was a large hole cut into the ground right in front of the main vault. Orange went first, then Blue passed me to him. Blue was strong, but Orange was stronger, my weight effortless for him.
When all four men were down the hole, the platform they stood on descended with a mechanical whirring, collapsing like a cherry picker down into a narrow, clearly custom built boat, designed to skim shallow water, and take advantage of the sewer channel running below the bank.
In seconds we were speeding away, and in less than a minute we were leaving the sewer through a side channel, with the iron bars normally blocking it cut through, leading out into what looked like a forest preserve. Nearby, at a turnabout that ended the single lane packed dirt road, and gave way to a wilderness trail, sat a stretch limousine; lights off and engine idling, and seemingly waiting just for us.
Blue got in the driver's seat, while the rest of us got in the back. There was someone already inside. A woman, young, beautiful, and naked, with bright red hair and expressive green eyes. She lay lounging across the bench seat, sipping a fruity cocktail. Her eyes lit up when she saw us, glancing curiously at me for a moment, before all her attention was for the two men now grabbing at her.
Red and Green went to her as a pair, undoing their clothes just enough to begin fucking her. One in her ass, the other in her pussy. She looked delighted and transported, sandwiched between them, moaning and gurgling her encouragements to the pair, with an arm around either one, kissing them in turns.
Orange took the back seat, and sat me next to him. He used a wet napkin to clean what cum still clung to me, then dried me with a plush towel. After, he dragged me into his lap, facing me outwards to watch the threesome happening two feet from us. He let his hands wander, and tore the remaining scraps of my clothes off until I was as naked as the other girl. With my wrists still bound behind me, my hands lay right in his lap. He was already hard, pulsing gently against me, and it felt as massive as the rest of him.
He pulled off his mask and my heart sank. He didn't care if I saw his face.
The reality of my situation settled in. Four strange men had just robbed a bank and taken me hostage. My time as a hostage was apparently to be spent as their sexual plaything. The part of me that expected to be fucked was vibrating in anticipation. The part of me that thought I might be dead inside the next seventy two hours threatened to send me tumbling into a panic attack. I knew the statistics of things like this. It rarely ended well for pretty young women kidnapped by evil men.
"You have a lovely body," Orange said in deep rich, heavily accented voice that implied English was his second language. His words rumbled through my head where I lay against his chest. "I can see why he picked you."
There was something about the juxtaposition of her nakedness and mine, with the men still mostly clothed, that turned me to jelly. My helplessness, instead of making me afraid was just adding fuel to the fire inside me. He was going to do whatever he wanted and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. That fact pierced through me like a blade, white hot, sending a chill through me. With the memory of cumming harder than I'd ever experienced before, being raped on the floor in front of my friends and coworkers, anticipation won over fear. Shame welled in me, and big fat tears started leaking out, but it only made me hotter, and wetter, my clit aching hard begging for touch. Maybe I
was
nothing more than a cock hungry rape slut.
I had read a thousand stories that wove a tale like this. I knew my lines.
My voice was a trembling, wavering, tiny thing, but I managed to eek out, "what are you going to do to me?"
Orange kissed his way up my neck, fondling my breasts, and playing with my aching hard nipples, pulling whimpers from me and making me squirm in his lap. "We are thieves, and we steal what we want," he said, silkily into my ear then kissing his way down lightly. One of his hands slid slowly and sensuously down my belly until he was gently and firmly cupping the whole of my sex with his massive hand, "and today... we wanted you," he growled into my neck, kissing down and then out across my shoulder like he was cherishing a familiar lover.
I trembled in his grip, clit hard enough to etch glass, as he rubbed gently down there and in seconds his whole palm was sticky, spreading my juices noisily around. I whined and arched and palmed his cock through his pants, trying to pretend it was an accident. He
was
huge, and hard as a steel bar, and any second now he was going to throw me on the floor and fuck me mercilessly with it.
Across from us the girl was cumming her brains out. She'd be screaming but Green had two fingers down her throat making her suck and gag on them, cheeks hollowed in effort, muffling her passionate cries. Red behind her was railing her ass like it was the last chance he was ever going to get, grunting and snarling like a beast, while Green fucked her pussy slow and gentle, his other hand working her clit firmly in little circles. She thrashed between them but had nowhere to go.
