Armed & Dangerous

[dr_mabeuse]

OOC: I'm looking for a woman (or two, what the hell) who would like to be abducted by a handsome bank-robber and sexually taken. If it works out, you may become my partner in crime in a short but active life of fast cars, easy money, and wild sex. But most of all, you must enjoy being taken by force.

IC: "Hold it right there everyone! You three, come over here and get down on your knees. You," he said to the teller, "Fill this with cash. And no marked bills or paint bombs or I'll make you wish you hadn't been born!"

No one in the small branch bank office had to be told it was a hold up. The man had the pistol in clear view. Mr Sorenson, Ben, and Vanessa, all came out from behind their desks and did as he said. kneeling nervously in front of him.

He leaped to the door and turned the latch, pulled the shade down. He was young, but his face was disguised with a bandana. How had he managed to tie it around his face without anyone noticing?

"Put out your hands." he said to the kneeling employees. "Wrists up."

They did as he said, and he took a tube of super-glue from his pocket and poured it on mr Soresnosn and Ben's hands before itr ran out.

"Press your hands to the floor." he said. When they had, he stood on their wrists to make sure they made firm contact. He didn't have enough left for Vanessa.

"Hurry up!" he said to the quailing Vicky. She handed the bag to him and he grabbed Vanessa. "You're coming with me, sweetheart." he said. "Insurance." He stopped and threw a couple of coils of rope around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back, then lifted her up and dragged her to the door, unlocked it, and kicked it open.

"I hear any alarms, any sirens, and it's all over for you people. Understand?" Vicky started wailing hysterically behind the cashier's window.

He dragged Vanessa to a black car, opened the drivers door and pushed her in. "Get over, damnit!" he spat. She slid across the seat as he threw the money on the floor, slammed the door, and squealed out of the parking lot. He hit the highway, exited and took off down highway 51, the old two lane. He never did hear a siren. Vicky was in hysterics and it would be a long time before the other two could get themselves unstuck enough to call the cops.

 

[White Queen]

Vanessa

Her day had begun like any other, waking up in time to take a shower, a quick breakfast and enough time left to get to work at the bank. A normal day in her life... that is, until the bank was robbed abd she was taken hostage.

Vanessa sat on the passenger seat... her hands tied behind her back, her long black hair covered half her face, tears were falling down her face, she was scared... scared as she had never been before.

" Please mister, please let me get out of the ca, I havent even seen your face. " Vanessa nervously looks up at her captor...

OOC: Mind If I take the role of Vanessa?

 

[SecretDesires]

~never mind role was already taken by the time I posted~

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Rob Flynn

He pulled the bandana from his face, keeping the car at a steady sixty--not too fast, not too slow--and gave a sigh of relief. Then he grinned widely, remembering how they had struggled to move with their wrists glued to the floor. It had been too funny.

And now her. What to do with her?

She was a good looking lady. That's why he'd taken her. She sat slumped now against the seat, her shoulders up as if tyo protect her face. Her long black hair fell over her face, but even so he could tell she was crying.

"Please mister, please let me get out of the car, I havent even seen your face. "

"That's okay." he said. "You want to see? Then have a look, baby. I've got nothing to hide. You be a good girl and you won't get hurt. Go on, look."

He took off his dark glasses and looked at her. and she tentatively peeked up at him from beneath her long lashes.

He was surprisingly handsome, tanned and rugged looking in a boyish way. He had dark blonde hair that was just long enough to show its natural curl, and his jaw was covered with a six o'clock beard. His blue eyes sparkled with a kind of boyish humor, as if this were all a big joke, and a gold earring in one ear gave him the look of a pirate. He was young enough that he could have been modeling menswear in a magazine. But instead he had been robbing a bank.

"The name's Rob. Rob Flynn. Robert Taylor Flynn, if you want the whole thing. And who're you?"

"V...Vanessa Anderson." she stammered.

He reached over and pushed her hair out of her face, shifting his eyes between her and the road.

"Vanessa, huh?" he said, turning on to a small access road. "That's a nice name. Nice name for a pretty girl." He threw the bandana out of teh window, then turned again, and now the car was on another freeway going back the way they'd just come. In minutes they had passed the closest exit to the bank and were headed east, across the river and out of town.

He laughed suddenly and gave a whoop. "I fucking did it! How about that, Vanessa Anderson? I just robbed a bank. They won't get me now. I'm home free!"

She had stopped crying, but was still slumped against the door. Now when he looked at her he noticed her legs beneath her skirt, her chest, still heaving with her frightened breathing.

He reached over to her and took hold of her hair, turned her face up to his so he could examine her. Her lips were parted in fear, her eyes wide.

"You just do as I say and you'll be fine, Miss Anderson. You'll be just fine."