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Archive name: bankrape.txt (nc, gang rape)
Authors name: Cindy (gng_rpd_cindy@hotmail.com)
Story title : Gang Raped Bank Manager
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Gang Raped Bank Manager
by Cindy (gng_rpd_cindy@hotmail.com)
AUTHORS NOTE:
Although I've enjoyed most of the rape stories in
alt.sex.stories, I think that many of them lack
realism. In many of these stories the woman immedi-
ately gets horny and wet the moment the rapist starts
molesting her. The woman often ends up begging for
the rapist to continue and then has multiple orgasms.
I mean come on! Many women have enough difficulty
getting one orgasm during sex!
Instead of griping about the above situation, I decided
to contribute instead. I try to make the scenes as
realistic as possible, based on how I think I would
react if I were the victim. Please bear with me as I
have no writing experience. I have no illusions of
being the next Anne Rice. Comments and suggestions are
welcome.
Cindy
gng_rpd_cindy@hotmail.com
* * *
Cindy was at the peak of her career. At only 31
she was just recently promoted to branch manager of
one of Citibank's busiest branches. Everything was
going well for her. She was financially independent,
healthy, young, and pretty.
Although she just recently broke up with her boy-
friend, she knew that dozens of men were more than
willing to take his place. Her b-cup breasts did not
attract that much attention, but the rest of her body
did. She was 5'6" and very well-toned, bordering on
the muscular side. At the gym and at work people
couldn't take their eyes off her long and shapely
thighs and calves.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, with the
branch packed with clients, when ten men with ski
masks barged in. The security guards, seeing the
automatic weapons pointed in their faces, offered no
resistance. The masked men ordered everyone to sit
on the floor behind the tellers' counter.
As one of the men approached her desk, Cindy could
feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her throat felt
dry and it was as if she could not move. The man
grabbed her arm and pulled her from her chair. "Open
the vault!" he commanded.
Cindy told herself not to panick. "Please... I
can't open it. There's a time lock," she barely managed
to say.
Suddenly there were sounds of wailing sirens and
screeching tires. A voice over a bullhorn followed.
"This is the police. Come out with your hands up and
you will not be hurt."
Cindy tried to sound calm and in control. "Please
do as they say, so nobody will get hurt."
The man holding her arm glared at her. "You bitch!"
he hissed, as he raised his other arm and slapped her
hard. Cindy fell on the floor, the sting from the
slap causing her eyes to water. The man then left her
on the floor as he conferred with the others.
After fifteen minutes of threatening to kill
hostages, the police were still outside. Cindy spoke
up from her sitting position on the floor, away from
the other hostages. "You know they can't let you go
even if you start killing hostages. If you surrender
without hurting anybody, they'll probably go easy on
you."
Everyone became quiet. The leader stared at Cindy
for a full minute before snarling, "we're all on death
row, bitch. Tell me how they're going to go easy on
us."
After another moment of silence, another one of the
bank robbers suddenly said "fuck, if we're all gonna
die, might as well have some fun. I say we do the
cocky bitch."
Cindy froze in shock as the leader continued staring
at her. She started to panick when he took off his ski
mask and the others did the same. She got up onto her
feet and started backing up. "Please. Please don't do
this," she sobbed.
The leader motioned to a desk. "Put her on that
table." Cindy tried to run as two of the men grabbed
her arms and two anothers grabbed her legs.
Cindy started screaming and struggling as they
brought her to the desk. "NOOO!!!" she screamed.
"PLEEEASE... DON'T," she sobbed. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"
she wailed hysterically.
The men laid her on the table with her butt just at
the edge. The men holding her arms pinned them on the
desktop with her hands above her head and her elbows
bent. Each of the men holding her legs pushed down on
her hips with one hand, anchoring her down and hooked
one arm behind her knee, pulling her legs apart.
The leader walked towards Cindy and admired her
legs. Cindy kept sobbing and begging the whole time.
Part of her wanted to die. The knowledge that her
co-workers and clients were seeing her now in this
degrading position crying and begging, and were about
to see her get gang raped, was just too much to bear.
She didn't know how she could face any of them again.
The two men holding Cindy's arms started caressing
and mashing her breasts through her suit and blouse.
The leader, moved between her raised and spread legs,
and caressed her muscular legs through her stockings.
He caressed her buttocks and traced his fingers along
the edge of her panties. "You like that, huh?" he
jeered.
"No, I don't," Cindy sobbed. "Please let me go,"
she bawled. Her eyes were red, and her light make-up
was ruined by the tears running freely down her cheeks.
Her face was a mask of despair.
The men holding Cindy's arms started tearing open
her suit, blouse, and bra, while the leader started
ripping her stockings and panties off. Cindy became
even more hysterical, "NOOO... PLEEEASE DON'T..." she
wailed, putting up a renewed but helpless struggle on
the desktop.
Cindy's bra and panties were ripped off. Her arms
were pinned above her head again, her suit and blouse
torn open, exposing her breasts. Her skirt was bunched
around her waist. Torn stockings covered parts of her
legs, which were stil raised and spread apart, fully
exposing her vagina and anus.
The leader bent down, ogling her privates. Then to
Cindy's utter shame he said out loud for the entire
bank to hear, "Man, this bitch's cunt stinks! We're
gonna have to hold our breaths while we fuck her!"
She knew what he said was probably true. It was the
end of the day, and her privates were sweaty, even in
the air-conditioned bank.
While the men holding her arms mashed her breasts
and tweaked her nipples, the leader started touching
her vagina and anus. He painfully inserted his finger
into her vagina, drawing a grunt from Cindy. He then
exclaimed, "This slut really wants it. She's dripping
wet!"
At that moment Cindy wished she were dead. She knew
she was bone dry except for some sweat. Why did these
men kept humiliating her in front of everyone? "Why
are you doing this?" she sobbed.
"You know you want this bitch," one of the men
replied, as the leader unzipped his pants and exposed
his erect penis. Cindy started struggling again.
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS..." she wailed. "SOMEBODY HELP
ME..." she screamed hysterically as she stuggled.
"NOOO... PLEASE DON'T... AAAGGHH!!!" she screamed in
pain, as the leader partly inserted his penis into her
vagina.
Cindy was too dry and tight. The leader couldn't
insert his penis all the way in. He pulled out, wet
it with saliva, and shoved it all the way.
"AAAGGHH... NOOO!!!" Cindy screamed in pain and
despair.
Ignoring her cries, the leader started pumping his
penis in and out of Cindy.
Most people looked away. A couple of women covered
their ears, sobbing. Cindy's screams and pitifull
cries were like a dagger into their hearts. Most of
the men felt guilt and shame that they did not dare
help her. Hardly anyone felt aroused at the spectacle
before them.
The robbers took turns holding down Cindy and raping
her as she screamed, begged, and cried. When it was
the fifth one's turn, he said, "Fuck, look at the size
of that cunthole. She's way too loose now. Flip
around. I wanna do her ass!"
The men flipped Cindy over. They put her face down
on the desk with her feet on the floor. Two men pinned
her arms behind her back and held down her shoulders
on the desk while two other men squatted down and held
her legs apart.
Cindy struggled with renewed energy. "NOOO...
PLEEEASE STOP... PLEASE LET ME GO..." she cried
hysterically. The fifth man stood behind Cindy,
lubricating his erect penis with his saliva. He then
inserted his wet finger into Cindy's anus to lubricate
it.
"UUGG!" Cindy grunted with pain. "DON'T... PLEASE
DON'T...AAAGGHH!!!" Cindy screamed in agony. Her
anus tore as the man shoved in the entire lenght of
his penis. He mercilessly banged his penis in and out
as Cindy screamed. Some blood mixed with fecal material
started to drip down Cindy's legs.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the SWAT team
crashed in. It was a beautifully executed rescue. In
less than two seconds all the men holding Cindy down
and the man violating her anus fell down dead. None of
the robbers survived.
Cindy lay down on the floor, curled in a fetal
position, and sobbed hysterically. She lay there
wailing until a police officer wrapped a blanket
around her and led her out to an ambulance.
EPILOGUE:
Cindy never returned to the bank. She was too
ashamed to face her co-workers and clients. She
resigned over the phone and moved away to another
city. She moved from one job to another, never
achieving her previous position and status. It
took three years of therapy before she was able to
recover and hold down a steady job.
What do you people think of the story so far?
Anybody want me to continue? Please e-mail me.
Cindy
gng_rpd_cindy@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life
in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story; should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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