Chapter 3
It was thrilling for the young blonde to walk through the big shiny glass doors of the bank and feel like she belonged there. is glamorous world of money and business would now be her world.
Heads turned as she walked through the door. For though her navy dress was indeed pert and businesslike, her enormous breasts and curvaceous body transformed even that conservative little frock into something that made every man who looked at her swallow hard.
For the first hour of the morning, a plain girl named Hanna trained her. There were so many things to learn, so many details to remember. She was concentrating very hard on everything Hanna was saying. The lines of customers seemed endless. She was getting so tired. Finally, Hanna told her it was time for her coffee break.
She was walking across the marble floor of the bank-when it happened.
She had not even noticed the three men who suddenly startled the efficient quiet of the bank. Before anyone realized they were there, they had held out their rifles and shouted "Hands up. This is a stickup!"
Everyone on the floor froze, their faces drained of color, their hearts pounding fiercely. They barely breathed, for the men on the other side of the rifles looked capable of anything.
Ellie had frozen just inches from the tall man in the English suit with the pistol. He moved so quickly, it was like a snake striking. His arm had shot out as fast as the coiled head of a serpent, grabbing her arm and pulling her tight against him.
"Okay . . . this little blonde lady will be streaming with blood if one of you gets smart and pushes that alarm button-"
Like a docile lamb, the manager opened the safe as Moose followed him with a rifle pointed directly between his shoulder blades. Then sacks of money were brought into the middle of the floor.
Ellie was trembling and she thought her knees would buckle out from under her. And the man's body was so close! God! She could feel his thigh muscles beneath his pants, could feel his heart beating against her back, could feel his breath on her neck.
Barron could feel the curvaceous young blonde trembling helplessly against his body. He had grabbed the person closest to him. Now he prayed it hadn't been a mistake. Rule number one-a hostage as beautiful as this one could be trouble. He had to keep his wits together, even though one of the most incredibly firm round asses he had ever seen was quivering against his crotch.
The robbery was over in a matter of minutes. Moose and Mick grabbed the sacks and Barron, his fingers digging hard into Ellie's slender arms, dragged her with him, his pistol pressed into the nape of her neck, dragged her into the car as they made their getaway.
It wasn't like the movies, Ellie thought. No siren went off until they were several blocks from the bank. The cowards, thought Barron. Cowards were what made crime possible.
Ellie was crying now from the shock.
"Shut up," Lena snapped from the front seat "Or we'll shut you up."
"W-where are you taking me? Why don't you let me go now?" Ellie whimpered.
"Shut the fuck up, ya dumb bitch!" said Mick and tweaked her nipple through her dress with deliberate cruelty.
The move was so humiliating it brought a fresh rush of tears to Ellie's eyes.
From the car they moved to a van-Lena and Barron in the front seat and poor Ellie, alone with Mick and Moose in the back.
"W-what are you going to do with me? Why can't you just let me go now?" Ellie had never felt such cold terror in her life.
Suddenly Mick reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her close to him with his wiry arms.
"D-don't . . . please . . . No!" she cried out. "W-what are you doing!"
"What do you think I'm doing, you dumb cunt.. . ? I'm gonna fuck you! Relieve a little of the old tension!" He laughed.
"No!" she screamed. "Noooo! Pleeease!" And suddenly Mick had pulled out his gleaming switchblade. "Shut up Blondie, you hear me. Shut the fuck up!"
Ellie's eyes opened wide in terror and her body froze.
Moose was leaning against the wall of the van and Ellie could hear him laughing. "I want a turn at her too, Mick. You'll let me have her too, won't you Mick?"
Ellie's stomach heaved. She was too terrified to even scream. Like in a nightmare, her voice stuck in her throat.
That horrible little man with a face like a cruel rat was holding the point of the knife at her throat now with one hand, while with his other hand he was roaming all over her body. She shuddered in horror and disgust, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to defend herself.
Suddenly, Roger Barron turned around from the front. "Aw, leave her alone, Mick. She's just a scared little kid . . . "
In a flash Mick was on his feet. He was pointing the knife at Barron now, a mad glint in his angry eyes.
"Listen, you bastard. You give the orders when it comes to tactics-but this is personal. Keep your bloody nose out of this, or I'll bloody all of you."
Roger could have gotten Mick to obey him through the sheer force of his will, but at this point in time he felt it wiser not to make any trouble. So far they had gotten away without so much as a police tail. He turned back and kept his eyes on the road.
Lena took her right hand and patted Barron's thigh with a combination of understanding and sensuality. She wanted Mick to take the girl, mess her up a little. Just keep her away from Barron. Barron belonged to her.
Ellie had been hopeful, for a moment, of rescue. Now she was cringing in terror in a corner of the van. Her hands covered her face and her tears. She prayed that she was sleeping, prayed that this was only an awful dream that she would soon wake from. But the feel of Mick's hand on her wrist convinced her it was hideously real.
"All right, baby. Are you good at fucking?" he asked with a sneer. "You'd better be a good fuck, or Mick will be very angry," he grinned.
Ellie stared up at him, her lips quivering pathetically.
"Answer me!" he snapped and pointed the gleaming blade at her once more.
"N-no. I-I'm a v-virgin," she stammered, praying he might respect that and leave her alone.
But suddenly everyone was roaring with laughter.
"A genuine cherry," Moose drawled.
"Looks like you hit the jackpot Mick," Lena laughed from the front.
Ellie's face flushed a deep scarlet now. She had unconsciously assumed the other woman was some sort of ally-but now she realized she was alone-as alone as a rabbit in a trap, with nothing to do but wait for the slaughter.
"You look good in that dress, baby," Mick snarled. "Let's see how good you look without it."
He had the blade of the knife at her neck now and with one smooth slash he had cut the dress in two. It fell open, revealing her belly, quaking in terror, her brassiere encased breasts and her little white lace panties. At the sight of her lace garter belt and stockings Mick felt his cock lurch with an angry desire. His hand lashed out now and, in one swift motion, tore the slashed dress from her body.
Ellie's hands flew up to cover herself, but Moose, who had moved to stand behind her, now pinned her arms back so that she was as helpless as a butterfly specimen on a pin.
The poor young blonde was helpless with fear, her head was spinning and she felt as if she was about to faint. Oh God! If only she could faint. She wished she would die. Anything was better than this nightmare!
She struggled with insane fury to get away from the bear-like grasp of the huge man behind her, but it was utterly futile.
"Look at that-a brassiere! She's wearing a brassiere!" Mick was pointing at her breasts now and laughing and she could feel a hot flush of hideous embarrassment coloring her breasts.
And with the sinister switchblade he cut the front of the brassiere so that it fell away and her full white breasts were revealed to the view of these cruel strangers-these desperate criminals.
Reflexively, her hands tried to move to cover her nakedness, but Moose held her tightly and laughed. She could feel his fat belly heaving behind her and she thought she would throw up in disgust.
Then suddenly the hideous little man's mouth was brushing against her own, his teeth were nibbling at her lips and then-the most awful thing she had ever experienced-his tongue was worming its way into her mouth. She clenched her teeth shut, but as she did so, she felt the cold steel of the knife still at her neck and her jaws unclenched enough to let his cold slimy tongue in her mouth.
His free hand was brutally ravishing her entire body, squeezing and pinching her huge bare breasts. He ran his hand down her flat belly and she could feel her guts quaking from his horrible touch.
Suddenly he looked up. "Get out of here, Moose. She's mine now!"
Her arms were free now. But what good did it do her. He had that knife!
"Okay, Mick. But I want my turn too," Moose said, his voice as slow as an idiot's.
"You just get over there and if she gives me any more trouble, we'll both take her.. . "
"Sure, Mick."
Now, Ellie dared not resist. And Mick knew it. With a grin, he pocketed the knife.
Then, with brutal savageness, he pulled her legs apart. A few tatters of her dress still clung to her body, but she was almost naked now except for her panties, her garter belt and her stockings.
Mick ripped the flimsy panties from her body. He was wiry and he was strong. Then with no foreplay, no preparation whatsoever, he thrust his middle finger into her cringing, virginal pussy.
"Owwww! Oh God!" she cried out.
"Shut up," he snarled.
It hurt so much she broke out in a cold sweat. It was awful. Nothing had ever penetrated her tight little pussy before.
Mick's finger pressed forward until he felt the thin membrane of her maidenhood. He wouldn't pierce it with his finger-that was a job for his cock, which was oh-so-hard and hot now. Yeah, he had a fucking huge hard-on now, getting bigger by the minute. Roughly, with the palm of his hand, he massaged her delicate pussy lips, still probing with his finger right up to her cherry. Then he leaned forward and sucked her large pink nipple into his hot hungry mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, causing her to squeal in pain.
Cowering now on the cold metal floor of the van, her clothes hanging from her in shreds, Ellie still had a sense that what was happening to her was not real. Was it just a few hours ago she had left the house in happy anticipation, walked through the sparkling glass doors of the bank, worked so efficiently with Hanna feeling safe and secure, heading towards a wonderful future. Now! Oh God! It was monstrous! This couldn't be happening to her!
But the only reality she knew at this moment was the horrible little rat-of-a-man slobbering over her body, rubbing and poking and biting her. And then she heard a sound that sent a horrible chill through her body.
It was a hissing sound-the sound of a zipper opening.
And then his cock-hot and pulsating, slimy with his pre-cum-was pressing into her nylon encased upper thigh. She was glad it was getting dark, glad she didn't have to look at his . . . his . . . she could barely admit the word to her mind . . . his penis!
Never in her life had she seen a man naked; certainly she had never seen a man's cock in the state of erection.
But she had no choice but to shut her eyes and to submit docilely. That is, if she wanted to live. The horrible man was again sucking on her breasts, his saliva running down the underside of her full breasts, dribbling down her belly. Then suddenly he removed his mouth and the air on her wet nipple was cold and made her shiver.
"Well, doll, since it's your first time, I'm gonna see you enjoy yourself," he leered.
And his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve ending of her clitoris as he returned his mouth to her nipple, sucking it hard and hot.
"Please," she begged. "Please . . . this is awful.. . "
But in a flash he slapped her hard across her face, and she felt her jaw wrench.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you."
Now his finger was pressing its way into her virginal pussy hole again and something awful was happening . . . strange chills were racing up her spine. They were almost like the chills of fear she had felt earlier-but somehow different-warmer.
"Your little pussy likes me, don't it, baby?"
She gritted her teeth. "Please." Her heart was pounding wildly. "Please don't do this to me." Tears of humiliation and fear streamed down her cheeks. The black from her mascara streaked her face so that she looked like a pathetic clown.
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna show you a real good time . . . I'm gonna be a sport.. . seeing as how it's your first time!"