The start of something? (closed)

Months. It had taken months to set this up, and Frank had it planed down to the smallest detail…he hoped. He had no desire to wind up in prison again. But on the bright side, it had given him plenty of time to think about what had gone wrong before, and how to avoid the mistakes this time.

Inside man? Check. No silent alarm was going to trip him up this time, he’d recruited a young man who had quickly grown disillusioned with the corporate world and tempted by all the money that passed through his hands. The promise of a share of that and an escape from a less then pleasant home life had been all that was needed to swing Tom to the ‘dark side’.

And Joseph, the technical wizard, was a man he’d met and bonded with on the inside. His loyalty was without question as was his technical and safecracking skills. Yeah, getting into the vault would be no problem, and there would be no calls to the cops either.

And Biff and Bob? Dumb muscle he’d also met on the inside. Not a brain cell between the pair, but they knew weapons like nobodies business. And at 6’5” and 250 pounds, Biff didn’t need a gun to keep the people in line.

Not that there would be a whole lot of them. It was Wednesday, the middle of the week, when the bank was short-staffed due to its low volume of customers, and it being just a few minutes before closing, Frank didn’t think they would have more then one or two customers to worry about. Yeah, this was going to go smooooooth. “Move out.” He ordered the other three in the van, all dressed in nondescript jeans and T-shirts, with the exception of Bob, who wore a light jacket to conceal the Uzi slung around his neck.

Late…I can’t be late. John told himself as he walked quickly, almost ran, up to the door of the bank. He didn’t want to call attention to himself by flat out running, but neither did he want to miss the deposit and cause a couple checks to bounce. He released a small sigh of relief as the doors opened when he tugged on them …he’d made it under the wire, and he wiped a lock of black hair from his forehead as he glanced around the bank looking for the quickest route to a teller.

The redhead behind the counter's name was Sasha, and though she'd come from a wealthy family and didn't actually have to have a job, the girl was a teller at the bank, devoted to her job. She could have been doing what so many girls that came from wealthy families did... She could have been spending her days at salons or out shopping, on the beach, but that just wasn't Sasha's way.

Her mother didn't understand it, but her father did, and he supported her whole heartedly in her workaholic nature. The girl didn't like to be idle, she had to feel like she was accomplishing things.

Brushing a lock of that flame colored hair from her jewel green eyes, she looked up at the man who ran in. From the look on his face, he was running late and knew he was cutting it close in getting there. It wouldn't be the first time, of course... Waving him over, she flashed him her bright smile... the kind that let her lips curl up and showed off perfect white teeth and lit up the whole room around her. "Late again, Mr. Douglas?" she asked with a soft laugh, and slid him a deposit slip.

He was a good looking guy, and they'd met a few times before when he'd had to run in at the last minute, but they'd never really talked about anything important, mostly just the weather or traffic... the normal niceties. Part of Sasha wondered why she didn't just slide him her number one of these days, but she always reasoned that he was probably engaged, if not married, and that would just be one big ball of awkward.

John grinned as…(Susie? Sierra? He couldn’t quite remember, though he was pretty sure it started with an S) called his name, and of course he headed over to her line. “Yup…again, Sasha.” He said after checking out her nametag, and he hoped she didn’t notice his gaze hung there a little to long as he checked out what else she had there, a view he never got tired of. He reached out and ‘accidentally’ touched her hand as he accepted the deposit slip from her and began to fill it out, even as he handed her the envelope containing the cash from the latest bake sale at the church so she could begin counting it. He was so distracted by her smile…and that laugh!…that he didn’t even notice the trio of men that entered behind him. Not that he probably would have anyway. That wasn’t his job, even if one of the men barely fit through the door and would be almost impossible to miss.

Slut. Jack thought with a sneer as the bimbo at the teller stand next to his flirted with yet another customer. That was all she did ALL DAY LONG. (Of course, it never occurred to him that she might simply be being friendly, the same friendliness that assured her line was always to or three customers long, while people avoided his like the plague. That and his incompetence at his job, but being the boss’s nephew did have a few perks, like not having to be worried about losing your job even if you did spend all day staring at your coworkers ass.) But today…everything was going to change. Jack sidled over a few feet to the vulnerability he had noticed almost his first day on the job…all the security at the counter passed through one wire before it reached the panel. A customer wouldn’t be able to reach it without arousing suspicion…but not so for an employee. Jack removed the nail clippers from his pocket and with one snip…it was done, and he gave a slight nod to Frank that phase two was clear to begin.

Sasha shook her head with a soft chuckle as she took the envelope from him, opened it and began to count out the money in front of him. She barely noticed Jack beside her, so intent on what she was doing, so she had no idea he had just cut the line that ran the silent alarm system behind the counters. "Looks like your latest event went well," she commented to John. "One of these days, I'm going to have to have you save me some cookies or something and I'll pitch into your fund when you bring in the money."

She'd felt his fingers brush her own and smiled at him, just the smallest curve of her lips, but said nothing about it. She didn't want to call too much attention to them, after all, so blatantly flirting with him was out of the question. Besides... that wasn't business like at all, doing something like that to or with a customer, no matter how harmless it was.

"The news is talking about another front moving in... they said the rain could cause flooding. Is your church planning to open up a shelter if they evacuate again?"

John grinned when Sasha chuckled…and grinned even wider when she mentioned the possibility of donating to their next event. Should I? I should…but I won’t. He thought as his grin dimmed slightly as he discarded, once again, the possibility of inviting her to one of the church functions. Why would a hot babe like that even consider something like that? “I’ll do that.” He promised instead. “No charge. And yeah, if…”

But John was cut off abruptly as Biff withdrew the Uzi from under his coat and released a small burst from the silenced machine pistol into one of the video cameras, causing it to spark as it was disabled. Bob began to secure the front door and close the curtains to conceal the robbery from passersby as Frank walked up towards the counter. “Everyone down on the floor.” he ordered as he withdrew his .45 and began to wave it around.

“Everyone except you…my dear.” Jack hissed in Sasha’s ear as he walked up behind her. He didn’t have a pistol, so he stuck a roll of dimes in her rib cage instead as he pressed up behind her. His lack of hygiene likely apparent either from his bad breath of his body odor.

Sasha jumped when the Uzi let out the spray of bullets, and was about to crouch behind the counter like everyone else had, her hand reaching for the silent alarm. She tapped it, not having any idea that it wouldn't work, and a second later something hard was pressed against her rib cage as Jack's voice whispered in her ear.

The odor he gave off made her nauseous, and somewhere in the back of her mind she told herself that if she lived through this, she was going to burn the emerald colored silk button up blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt she was wearing... There was no way that kind of rank scent was going to come out, no matter how many times she washed the outfit. Come to think of it... she should probably burn the nude colored thigh highs and her underwear and bra as well.

"Asshole..." she whispered at Jack as he pressed against her from behind, tears gathering in her eyes. She'd hated Jack from the moment he'd started working there... The guy was lazy and got away with whatever he wanted... like two to three hour lunch breaks. "I'm going to laugh when they throw you in jail," she muttered to him, her jewel green eyes looking John before glancing up at the other men in the bank.

John’s eyes locked with Sasha’s for a moment, and his hands curled with rage as he saw the other unkempt employee pushing up on her from behind. But what could he do? From his perspective, he couldn’t tell the other man didn’t have a gun, and even if he knew…he was still outnumbered. “Leave her…” he began to protest, though he knew it was futile, but before he could complete his statement, Frank had walked up behind him and clubbed him over the head with the butt of his pistol. John went down on his knees as stars appeared before his eyes and the room began to swirl around him.

“Asshole?” Jack laughed, though there was no mirth in it. “Since you mentioned it…why yes, let’s take a look at your asshole.” And with that, he began to attempt to force her to bend over, so that her chest was pressed against the counter while her legs would continue to hang down while with his other hand he reached down for the fabric of her skirt so he could begin to tug it up. “So…who’s laughing now?” He taunted her.

Meanwhile, there were no other customers in the store, and the other employees had been quickly rounded up and forced to lie face down in the center of the banks lobby by the other three crooks, who were now joined by Joseph who had made certain the bank was completely isolated from the outside world. There would be no calvary coming to the rescue this time.

Sasha cried out when John was hit with the pistol, the tears coming more readily as she saw him hit his knees. "Don't hurt him, he didn't do anything wrong!" she cried, but soon she was being forced to bend over the counter. She tried to stay standing, but Jack had the advantage of his weight bearing down on her back. She cried out and kicked some, letting out little screams as she tried to catch him with her heels.

He had her skirt up around her hips in short order, exposing her white garter belt, it's straps holding up her thigh highs. The garter belt matched the white lace of her panties and she cried out, squirming. "Stop it! Let me go!" Her words were half scream, half sob as she felt his hand on her. "Sick pervert!"

"Hurt him? All right, if you want." Frank laughed, deliberately only hearing two words that she said in protest before he lashed out and kicked John in the side, causing him to moan in pain as he toppled over the rest of the way to the floor before he turned his attention to Sasha. One of the interesting things about prison was that along with a lot of time to think, it had a decisive lack of the opposite sex, and even though the teller was young enough to be his daughter, he couldn’t deny she was attractive. He reached out for a handful of her red hair. “So…is your bush the same color as this?” he asked as he crouched down to stare into her tear filled eyes.

Jack, for his part, was quite enjoying this. Unlike Frank, he was the same age as Sasha, so his memories of the stuck-up cheerleaders were quite fresh in his mind. He didn’t know if Sasha had ever been a cheerleader, and in his mind, he didn’t care…the bitch was going to pay anyway. Pressed down over her back like he was, he couldn’t see the white panties his tugging up of her skirt had exposed, but his hand was soon wandering over her now exposed legs allowing his imagination to fill in the gaps. “Let’s find out.” he said to Frank as his hand eventually made its was back up to her waist and began to search for the hem of her panties.

Sasha watched John fall and let out a soft sob, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. The man who'd kicked him approached her and she whimpered as he grabbed her hair, looking up at him with pleading eyes. His question made her blush despite herself, but she didn't answer. In fact, the only answer they'd get would come when Jack's hand found the hem of her panties and began trying to tug them down over her soft round ass.

"No... no, please..." she was sobbing, squirming and trying to get away. The way Franks hand held her hair, her head was forced up, which meant that the top of her blouse, with the top two buttons undone, was flashing him an ample show of pale cleavage encased in her lacy white bra. She bit her lip as Jack's clumsy fumbling with her panties finally revealed the smooth skin of her ass and, when his hand would dip down to search for her sex, the baby smooth skin found there.

Tears of shame and embarrassment flowed down her cheeks, but they were also tears of fear. She couldn't believe this was happening to her... And where were the police? Their response time was never more than five minutes... and usually it was less than that... For some reason however, she didn't hear sirens or anything. "Please stop... please..." she was sobbing, looking up at Frank as he held her head cruelly in that position.

“I asked you a question…and it wasn’t a yes or no question.” Frank growled as he tugged at her red locks even harder, like he was trying to pull her across the counter. But as Jack had her pinned firmly in place that wasn’t likely to happen. The only likely outcome of the action was pain for Sasha…and that suited Frank just fine. Her tears and blushing did nothing to discourage his attention…quite the opposite, really. He had always been a bit of a sadist at heart, and his time in prison had only cemented that. He had two hands, however, and with the display she was putting on…well, there was really only one place for that other hand to go, and it reached for the cleavage between her two breasts which had been exposed by her unfortunate fashion choice to not fully button up her shirt.

Jack couldn’t see her face, or the tears or embarrassment or fear showing there, though he probably would have enjoyed it as much as Frank. He didn’t really think he was missing out, though, as he tugged her panties down to her knees and then began to feel up her firm and now bare ass. His hand hesitated slightly as he reached her crotch, and instead of finding hair there, as he’d expected, he felt only bare skin. He laughed lightly as he fingered her there. “Hey, Frank…I think she shaves! I guess we’ll never know if she’s a natural red head.”

Sasha cried out, fingers curling reflexively against the counter top, causing the sound of her nails scraping against the wood to sound through the area around them. She sobbed as she felt Jack's hand slide over her ass and down between her legs, and whimpered. He told Frank that she was shaved and more tears slid down her cheeks.

Frank was pulling harder on her hair, his free hand between her breasts, feeling up the soft full mounds of flesh. Her build had always been to die for, with full perky tits, a slender waist, and wide hips. Her soft round ass led down to a pair of long shapely legs and dainty feet, her arms were slender and delicate, ending in tiny, long fingered hands. "Yes, it's natural!" she cried as he continued to pull hard on her hair, praying that her announcement would convince him to let her go.

"Please stop..." she whimpered as she felt Jack's hand exploring her sex, at least one finger pushing inside of her tight depths, showing her to be tight to the point that even two fingers would probably stretch her just a bit. She was dry, showing she obviously wasn't enjoying their attentions.

Later. Frank decided reluctantly, even as he refocused his groping from both tits to just her right one…but the way he dug his uncut fingernails into the flesh was quite likely to leave a mark. But as fun as this was…there was no guarantee the cops WOULDN’T show up, even with all the precautions he had taken, so they had better get back on schedule. But that didn’t mean he was going to let her off the hook. “I’ll stop…if you’ll take your shirt off.” He promised as he bent over to look her in her tear-filled eyes…then lashed out with his tongue to lick a tear off her cheek..

Jack, for his part, had long admired Sasha’s body, and seeing the stuck-up bitch in this position, naked from the waist down, being groped by a complete stranger and someone she had considered far beneath her…well, to say he was enjoying himself would be quite the understatement. Unlike Frank, he would have been content to simply torment Sasha and call it a day…but he wasn’t in charge, and Frank had all the guns. So when Frank began to offer Sasha a deal, Jack knew his time was limited. So he stopped simply playing with her sex, and began to force not one, but two of his fingers up inside her. And to prevent her from squirming backwards, he pressed his crotch up as close to her ass as he could and began grinding, so she could tell that even if she wasn’t aroused, he was definitely getting off on it.

Sasha cried out as his nails dug into the tender flesh of her breast, crying softly as he man handled her. He bent down to look her in the eye and she nodded quickly, pained noises coming from her throat as Jack's fingers forced their way into her tight sex.

"Any... anything, just please make him stop," she begged, sobbing softly as she looked up at him. The feel of his tongue sliding over the soft flesh of her cheek made her shudder, and she looked down and away, shame on her face. Never in her life had she imagined strutting around topless for complete strangers... but here she was begging for it, if it meant getting Jack away from her.

"Any...anything?" Frank chuckled cruelly, deliberately imitating her stutter as he wondered if she had any idea what she was getting into. Probably not…as he was still toying with and discarding ideas himself. He’d planned for the robbery, but not for what to do with such a beautiful and compliant hostage. He nodded briefly to Jack, who’s mouth curled up in frustration at having to let his new toy go, but there was nothing he could do about it, since he wasn’t about to go against Frank…so he took his frustration out on Sasha. As he reluctantly withdrew his hand from her sex, he brought it back and firmly slapped her in the ass cheek so the sound would likely echo throughout the lobby and leave a nice red mark on her white flesh. As for his other hand, he simply raised his arm up and then brought his elbow down firmly on the small of her back as hard as he could.

After Jack had released his hold on her waist, Frank tightened his grip on her breast, like he was trying to make a fist and had forgotten her breast was in the way, then using both that and the grip he still maintained on her hair, tried to pull her headfirst over the counter and onto John, who was still moaning and holding his head, trying to staunch the flow of blood where Frank had pistol-whipped him for trying to protect Sasha. As soon as he saw what Frank had in mind, Jack grabbed firmly onto her dress, so that if Frank did succeed in pulling her over the counter, she would be forced to leave that piece of clothing behind.

Sasha screamed with the slap to her ass, and groaned in pain as the elbow was brought down against the base of her spine. She didn't have time to recover, however, before Frank's grip was tightening further on her breast, and he was pulling at her, trying to drag her across the counter. The pain was immense, and she struggled to follow him across the counter, even as Jack grabbed her shirt and pulled in the opposite direction.

She was half way across the counter when the buttons on her shirt gave way and popped free of the silk, exposing her pale, flawless body and full, firm breasts. The white lace bra barely restrained them, and provided a stark contrast to the blood that was gathering around where Frank's nails bit into her skin.

By the time she'd tumble unceremoniously off the counter to land on the floor, she'd be topless except for her delicate bra, and trembling from head to toe, kneeling in front of Frank, trying to alleviate the pain he was causing to her scalp as he pulled on the silken strands of her hair.

"Please... please stop..." she cried softly, and not for the first time, wondered where the hell the cops were.

Sasha’s scream gave Jack even more of a hard on then feeling her up had, and after she had been dragged across the counter, he wasted no time in quickly discarding her silk shirt and climbing over the counter after her. He didn’t want to miss any of her humiliation. And seeing her full breasts that were only partially contained by her bra, he felt the irresistible impulse to do something he’d done many times in junior high and high school, and something he’d wanted to do ever since he’d met Sasha, but had lacked the nerve up until now. He knelt behind her and pulled back on the strap of her breast as hard and as far as he could before releasing it to snap against her bare back.

“Stop? I will…but remember our deal? Strip.” Frank ordered her after he paused for a moment to ogle her breasts. True…that hadn’t been the deal. The deal was that she simply be shirtless, which she already was…but Frank wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily, not without ‘voluntarily’ removing some of her clothing.

Sasha whimpered softly as the strap snapped against her back, biting her lower lip against the stinging pain. When Frank demanded she strip, she looked up at him and whimpered.

"But you said I only had to go shirtless..." she argued softly, clearly not quite so eager about stripping any further than she had to in front of these people. "Can't you just take what you came for and go?"

Frank frowned slightly as the bitch forgot her place and actually had the nerve to argue with him, and he immediately lashed out and backhanded her across the face in retaliation. “The deal was, you take your shirt off…you didn’t. Your good friend Jake took it off for you.” He pointed out. “So your going to have to take something else off instead. I pick your skirt. But of course, if you ask Jake nicely, maybe he’d give you your shirt back and you can honor the original deal.” A wide grin spread across Jake’s face at that suggestion. He clearly enjoyed the idea of having power over the young lady. “And the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we’ll leave.”

The backhanded slap sent her sprawling, and she very nearly tumbled back into John, who was behind her. A harsh sob left her as she cradled her abused cheek, listening to their words. When she was told that maybe she could get Jack to give her her shirt back, Sasha's eyes lifted to look up at him.

"Jack... please, may I have my shirt back?" she whimpered softly, but loud enough to hear. She was shaking from head to toe as she knelt there, looking up at him and trying not to show much more fear than she already had.

John had never felt so helpless in his entire life. While he couldn’t exactly consider Sasha a friend…outside of the bank, they never saw each other. But she seemed nice enough..and yes, he had a bit of a crush on her. To see her groped, stripped, manhandled, slapped, abused, crying…it was almost to much for him. But what could he do? His one attempt at protest had ended badly…very badly. And any other attempt to intervene would probably just make things worse. Until he saw the dilemma the leader of the robbers had presented her with, and her choice to submit herself to Jack’s ‘tender mercies’ filled him with dread. The look in Jack’s eye as he considered Sasha’s question clearly meant he wasn’t just going to hand her her shirt and who knew what kind of degrading activities he would subject her to? John couldn’t let that happen, not when there was an outside chance he could prevent it.

“Sasha…don’t.” He said quietly as he reached out towards her shoulder, but he let his hand drop short, afraid what he meant as a comforting gesture would make her uncomfortable given her current state of undress. “Here…use my shirt instead.” he said as he peeled off his T-shirt and held it out towards her, shivering slightly as he was now topless in the cool air of the bank. John wasn’t in particularly good shape…not fat, in fact, he was so skinny he was afraid his shirt might be to tight in the chest area for Sasha…but he wasn’t particularly muscular either, something that had always bothered him, but he’d never managed to work up the motivation to go to the gym to do something about it. But he knew his embarrassment paled in the face of what Sasha was going through, and the sacrifice was little enough.

Sasha saw the look in Jack's eyes just as John did, but didn't see any other option... She didn't want to strip down that far in front of them, least of all Jack... And John? Oh gods, but it was embarrassing that he was seeing her like this. Of course, she'd imagined he might one day see her naked, but it had always been in more intimate... romantic scenarios than this. Then John's voice sounded behind her and she jumped, startled.

He was holding out his shirt to her and even as her eyes went soft, fresh tears filling them, she took the shirt in gentle hands, her fingers brushing his just barely before she took the shirt and began to quickly tug it on. It was snug around her breasts, almost to the point of being lewd... but it wouldn't be on much longer anyway.

As soon as the shirt was on, she was pulling it off quickly, trying to be sure Jack wouldn't have a chance to spoil this opportunity as well... and put her back in a scenario when being half naked in front of these people was the only option she had. Once the shirt was off, she pushed herself back some, away from Frank and Jack, toward John.

Oddly though, she put herself between them and him, fully intending to get in the way of any blows the two might intend for him as a punishment for helping her.

John smiled bravely at Sasha as she took the shirt from his hands, and told himself it was just his imagination that her touching his fingers was anything more then an accident. And then he braced himself for the blows that he was sure were going to come his way for interrupting the duos fun after Sasha got through putting on her ‘show’. But then, to his surprise, Sasha intervened, standing between him and the pair of robbers. Frank, for his part, didn’t seem to mind…he was simply enjoying the game and seeing how Sasha dealt with the unexpected situation. Jack was a different story, however. His fists were already balled up, intending to deliver a series of blows to John, but when Sasha stood in the way, Jack merely shrugged. “Have it your way.” he growled as he aimed a punch right at Sasha’s stomach, with all of his weight behind it.

Sasha did her utmost to stare Jack down as he glowered first at John, then at her. She was expecting something, perhaps some sort of violence... but nothing to the degree that he ended up committing. His fist slammed hard into her exposed stomach and she gasped, her hands crossing over her belly as her knees bucked and she ended up in a kneeling position on the floor in front of him.

The punch was followed by a back handed slap that send her sprawling, falling backward to land hard on the linoleum floor. She whimpered, her hand up and holding her cheek again as she looked up at Jack. "I'm going to laugh the day they put your ass in jail," she said, her voice unusually vicious. She was normally so sweet... no doubt it was a bit of a surprise to hear her speak that way.

Jack grinned viciously as his punch landed, sending Sasha to her knees at his feet, and his grin only widened when his slap sent her tumbling. He shook his head when she stated she was going to laugh when his ass landed in jail, however, and he reached down and grabbed a handful of her red hair, hauling her back to her knees again. “Speaking of asses…I think you owe everyone another look at yours.” He said as he brought a knee forward, this time aimed at one of her tits. “Get on your feet.” He said as he hauled up on her hair. “And lift your skirt above your waist.” Since he’d never given her the opportunity to pull her underwear back up from around her knees, that would give everyone in the room a good look at her naked body, something she’d made it clear she didn’t want to do…which was exactly the point.