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.

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