Kidnapped!

[chanaud]

For Darren...

“Are you ready?” Ronald Reagan whispered passionately to her.

She nodded. Yes, she was ready. More than ready. They’ve surveyed the area carefully, ran many practice drills, and even more important -- they’ve mapped several escape routes just in case their carefully plans gone awry. But it won’t, because they are pros, professions, the best at what they do. At least that’s what the FBI and newspapers all across the Plain States had stated. Even compared them to Bonnie & Clyde, which fed their ego tremendously. They even had a fan base. A cult following. And they were just feeding their adoring fans. Besides that… it paid well. Damn well.

“”Fuck yeah, I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I’ll show you how ready I am after this job.” She answered passionately.

“I’m talking about this little heist, you horn dog.” Ronald Reagan lifted his face and hers, too. Cupping her jaws, he kissed her with intense passion.

When he finally released her, he gave out a loud whoop. Thank goodness nobody was around.

“I love you, babe. And I will be sure to show you while I fuck you mercilessly in a bed of hundred dollar bills.”

“Yessss…I want you to shove those bills up my cunt while I suck you off.” She answered, patting his hard on. She knew he would be hard. A robbery always made him so.

“Oh fuck! Why do you do this to me? Now? Later babe. We’ve got to earn some money. OK…masks on… games on. Only in America….” He sang while they both walked out of the car and entered into the bank.

It was a one teller bank. The manager had just left for lunch and wouldn’t be back for at least an hour. And most times when he did return, he wasn’t walking in a straight line. So, they had time. Plenty of time. This bank was begging to be robbed.

“Hello…how can I help..” The teller stopped short on his greeting when he saw that it was Ronald Reagan and Winona Ryder walking through the glass doors.

Bam! Bam!

Pieces of the security cameras flew in all directions.

A black bag was thrown over the counter and landed perfectly on the teller’s lap.

“Get workin’. We don’t have time,” demanded the former president.

“I’m sorry to say, we don’t have any money. It was just picked up an hour ago.” The tall teller’s deep baritone was calm. He directed the response to the masked robbers as if it was a normal transaction.

“Fuckin’ liar! I know the truck hasn’t been around for at least two days.” Spitted out the former president. “If you don’t fill that bag right now, you’re going to find yourself in the basement of Mercy Hospital, in the coroner’s office.

“You might as well shoot me now, because there is no money.”

Ronald turned to Winona and was greeted with a shrug.

“You! On your back now!” Winona shouted. Her voice was harsh and shrill, so different from Jo’s in Little Women.

The teller sighed in exhausted exasperation. These were brand new dockers, and the floor hadn’t been mopped the night before. That he knew because the same crumb from the blueberry muffin he was eating yesterday was still sitting there.

While on his back, he spoke in a monotone voice. “What now?”

Winona was on top of him. Her small hands grabbed his thick hands and started taping his wrists with masking tape. While ripping the tape with her teeth, a shot flew almost knocking her backwards.

“What the fuck?”

There in the middle of the bank was her Ronald lying in a growing pool of blood.

“Joeyyyyyyy…” She screamed.

Instantly, she had his bloody head cradled in her lap and sobbing. “What happened? How?”

With his last words…he spewed a large chunk of blood. “Tripped.”

With that, his head fell heavily. Blood oozed out the corner of his eyes.

Instantly, Winona knew she had to get out of there. Timing was running out. There was too much noise and commotion for such a small bank. She can mourn later.

“You! Get up on your feet and come with me.” She demanded at the wide-eyed teller.

 

[msboy8]

What? How did I get in here? BYEF

 

[darrenfate]

Chas Duquette

Day One.

Chas rolled his eyes as he came to work for his second day as an assistant teller. It was bad enough that his grandfather had insisted he start from scratch at the bank, but did the old fart have to pick the smallest branch office in the whole damn chain? He parked his precious black Vette in the far corner of the lot, far from any traffic pattern that might occur.

His path was set, the only variable was the amount of time at each station. Assistant teller, 3-6 months. Teller 5-12 months. Assistant Manager 12-24 months. Then Manager, Assistant Cashier, and Cashier and then onto the lowest rung in the executive suite. He was talking 6 or 7 years minimum. He just hoped gramps hung on long enough for Chas to be ready to succeed him as bank president.

He hid his gold Rolex under long sleeves, as he met his first customers. The morning dragged on, he tried to make small talk with each person, hoping to find something interesting in their stories but it was hopeless. Chas was bored to tears.

That all changed in an instant, what happened next was a blur.

The shots at the camera, then Winona Ryder binding his hands as he was ground into the filthy floor.

“You! Get up on your feet and come with me.”

The other guy was clearly dead.

"You're Fucked", Chas said.

Summoning false courage Chas spouted off -

"Leave me. Shoplift what you want Winona. You better run. Things have just gotten real ugly for you. Don't add kidnapping to your list. "

Chas was rewarded by a smack on the mouth. Blood trickled out of his lips. For the first time, he felt scared. One thing for sure, he was NOT in control.

Chas was shoved towards the door and he stumbled, the keys to his Vette falling onto the tiled floor. Winona scooped up the keys and said -

"Well, well, well. Now how does a lowly teller afford a Vette? I think I've got me a good hostage.

"Fuck You, bitch. "

This time she kicked him in the ribs.

"Next time, you lose a body part of my choice. Now git going"

Winona emphasized her point by hauling him to his feet and shoving him bodily out the door.

Chas had better think of a whole lot better plan than being belligerent. Maybe sucking up was in order.

Whatever else happened, he knew that she was the boss.

The bitch.

 

[chanaud]

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What am I to do now? Don’t think, just act. This lowly, snot faced indignant teller was worth something. Even if it’s just a Vette, right?

The thoughts raced, taking over her senses as she coaxed the teller to walk before her. His steps were defiantly slow. The bastard! They didn’t have much time before someone sniffs around wondering about the commotion.

“Step on it!” She muttered between clenched teeth, while pushing his back forward, making him miss a step and almost falling on his face.

“Do yourself a favor and move quickly, at least til we get to the state line. Then I’ll let you free and on your merry way. And if you’re extra good and cooperate with me without that annoying smug look that seems to be embedded on your face, I’ll give you your Vette back – in one piece.”

The message got to Mr. Indignant. He walked faster and even lead the way to his black Vette. A squeaky clean ’59 Vette convertible. What a ride to escape in!

She jumped in over the door and landed in the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, she noticed Mr. Indignant was still standing at the passenger’s door.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, he announced ever so properly. “Would you be so kind to open the door for me?”

“Oh, just get in for fuck’s sake.”

“I know my grand physique fools most people to believing I’m a stunt artist, but I’m not. I am just a teller. A lowly teller.”

Yeah, right! A lowly teller sporting a car like this

Cursing, she leaned across the seats and opened the door. When he slid in, she leaned against his lap and pulled the door open. Embarrassed at the crude display of her body across his lap, he shifted uncomfortably. A smirk crossed her face. Only he couldn’t see. All he saw was Winona’s pearly whites grinning at him.

 

[darrenfate]

Chas

This bitch won't let me go!

A thousand thoughts raced through his head : why did his fucking grandfather have to pick this puny branch? Why did he even listen? Chas could be living his dream halfway around the world right now sailing singlehanded retracing Chichester's epic voyage on the Gypsy Moth. But noooooo. He was stuck here with Winona. Escape routes: none. Fuuuuckkkk!

As "Winona" leaned over Chas to shut the door he felt the full weight of her small but firm breasts on his chest. He felt a sudden urge to bite her nipple, even though it would probably get him killed. Despite himself, Chas felt himself getting hard.

Winona whipped the Vette out of the lot and sped away, careful to stay just under the limit. She headed north on I 94 and within minutes they were off on the appropriately named "Wildcat" road. Chas' heart sank. They were headed away from the city, and out in the country. Probably where she and her Militia buddies drank beer and cursed the law. Great. Just great.

"Winona - you still on probation for that Saks shoplifting conviction? Maybe still playing the crazy from Girl Interrupted? Pretty poor choice for a robber mask if you ask me. Why not take that mask off? The first cop that sees that mask will pull us over for sure."

At first, he was met by stony silence. Then the mask came off. Damn she was beautiful. Wild eyed, but beautiful. From this angle her nipples were as hard as rocks. Must be she got off on danger.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

He was rewarded by a sudden punch in the gut that knocked the wind of of him.

"Shut the fuck up"

Wheezing for breath he gasped -

"OK"

"Nice ride. Too much for a teller. How much you worth rich boy?"

"I got the car when my uncle died. Nothing else, just the car."

"Liar!" she growled.

"OK, OK. Look. I'll cooperate. My wallet has two hundred bucks and credit cards galore. Just take what you want".

"Take ANYTHING I want, eh?"

Instantly, he knew he had said the wrong thing.

She looked over at his crotch, licked her lips and for the first time he saw her smile, an evil dark smile.

Chas my boy, you are in trouble.

 

[chanaud]

A barbarous sound resembling a laugh flew out of her mouth and over their heads by the wind.

“You must take me for some dumb whore.” She said as her laugh ceased abruptly.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He managed to say quickly. “I meant…. you can take my money. Just let me go. Please.”

The car came to a sudden halt. The back tires skidded and kicked back at their rear end. He turned quickly to see if a car had just hit them. They were alone. Not a soul in sight. He turned to her with wild eyes and screamed.

“What the hell are you doing, you crazy bitch! We’re in the middle of a freakin’ road.”

“Relax, don’t get your panties in a wad. Geez…There’s not a car in sight. We’re all alone…” Winona said slowly, her eyes dancing evilly. She was having fun. In two scant minutes, she’s had him whining and fearing for his life. Maybe she ought to keep him around for awhile. At least until she decides her future. Then she’ll dump him and the car. Regretfully, she had decided the car had to go. It’s too flashy and would be a quick one way ticket behind the slammer. That was Jimmy’s first lesson to her. The get away car must be obscure. That way they would blend.

Jimmy. Damn him. His bloody face appeared suddenly, filling her thoughts. His last words were not what she had expected. He hadn’t even said the rare words -- I love you. Through the tears and cloudy lashes, she saw that the teller was staring at her with the most peculiar look, snapping her back to realization.

“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that? Don’t think anything funny, buddy. You’re not going to escape until I say you can, and stop looking at me like I’m gonna suck your cock, because there isn’t a chance in hell a pencil dick like yours is coming close to these lips.”

And off they sped away on a long narrow country road to….

 

[darrenfate]

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"Where are we?"

"Jimmy's dead uncle's place, it has what I need. This old barn is what I want"

"Fuck that dilapodated old barn is all that's left standing on this property. Who the hell is Jimmy?"

"The finest man you'll never know. "

"Ah, the Clyde to your Bonnie. Didn't you just fuck up by telling me the dead guys name?"

"The cops will know his name soon enough, it'll take awhile though. He had no ID on him and he's never even got a traffic ticket in his whole life. Time enough for me to do what I want. "

Winona pulled into the barn, and yanked the old door closed behind them. A battered red pickup was in there too, looking like it had't run for 5 years.

She popped the Vette door open by leaning across him and his hard on again. She had VERY nice tits.

"Now get out"

Chas slowly stood up, angry that the fucking masking tape still held. He walked in the building and was pushed against a rotting old column. In a flash she pulled out a knife and before he could protest he was handcuffed to the post.

"Fuck you"

She genuinely laughed.

"First you wish I'd suck your cock and now you hope for a fuck. Teller boy, you are an optimist. When you gonna understand that you take orders from me, and we do only what I want? "

"To show there's no hard feelings, here's something for you"
She leaned in as if to kiss him, and instead bit his lower lip, hard.

"That's for your insolence. You got anything to say now Vette man?"

Chas shook trying to control his rage. His lip was bleeding. He would kill her if he could. Survival man! Think survival! Softly he spoke.

"What next .............. Mistress?"

 

[chanaud]

She nodded. Mistress. Yeah, that’s right. She liked the sound of that. Especially hearing the word from this big strapping teller boy.

Rewarding him, she came in close. Expecting another sharp pain, teller boy stiffened. Instead he felt a soft wet tongue prying his lips apart while two hard nubs drilled into his chest. Winona kissed him passionately. The shed was closing in. The humidity was growing thick When teller boy moaned, Winona released his lips and smiled. A wicked smile.

“I’ll be back.”

She disappeared, leaving him alone in the cramped shed. Though upon closer inspection it wasn’t just a shed and not so cramped either. The room was clean and orderly with a single bed, adorned with a clean country quilt that looked quite inviting. A single nightstand and table and chairs accompanied the bed. Whoever lived here made sure to keep it tidy.

A long period passed. It felt like hours. Teller boy was growing anxious and uncomfortable from standing so long against a hard pole. He wanted to collapse but the damn masking tape was acting like superglue. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, the door opened, bringing a ray of sunlight and Winona looking refreshed as ever.

“Missed me, darlin’?” She asked sweetly.

“Where were you? Why were you gone so long?”

“You have missed me! You’re such a good boy.” She said as if she was greeting a loyal dog.

“Just to let you know…I was out getting’ us some provisions. You can’t expect us to live on just love, do ya?”

“Please…can you release me?” Teller boy begged.

Silence filled the cramped room. Hard cold eyes raked over his large size.

“Not yet, teller boy.”

“When?”

“When I know I can trust ya. You see, teller boy, you have to earn your freedom.”

 

[darrenfate]

CHAS

Chas made his best weak grin.

"Winona, hey look, my wrists are blue. At least loosen the tape up a little willya?"

Chas had stood there, stewing and stewing his rage building. Beyond anything he had ever felt. Past the controlled passion of football.

Even past the open violence on that biker dude who had hit on his girlfriend, the one that got him suspended from college for a year, get tried for manslaughter. His grandfather had bought the best legal team money could buy, and he walked away scot free.

"And justice for all. Just more for those with money"

His grandfather had also taught him to hide his emotions.

"Never let em know what you are thinking boy." Granpa used to say.

Chas learned this lesson well. He used it now on Winona. She never knew how angry he really was. His demeanor remained placid while he seethed inside. His hopes were soon rewarded

"Awww big bad teller boy have that tape a little too tight? We musn't have that. I need you to get me some more money. You are such a wimp. I will shoot you if you decide to get brave boy"

She pulled out her gun and jammed it in his ribs. She reached up to loosen the tape. As the tape fell away, he struck. She hesitated, surprised by his bold move. That hesitation was all he needed. One vicious blow to the side of her head and Winona collapsed unconscious to the floor.

Chas stood there, resisting the urge to kill her on the spot. Instead, a sudden devious plan jumped to his head. Use her like she wanted to use him. The dark side of him took over. He hated that crummy job. He hated the idea that he should "earn" his way to the top. Fuck that. He had a golden opportunity, and he was going to take advantage of it. And her. The bitch owed him.

When she woke, the roles were reversed. Except she was naked, and tied spreadeagled to the bedposts face down on that tidy country bed.

"Hey bitch. Nice to have you back to the land of the living. Lucky for you I hit the side of your head instead of your face. You haven't a mark on you, yet. So how much money do you and Ronny have stashed away? I think I should be paid for my trouble don't you?

"Fuck you teller boy!"

*Spank*

Chas watched in satisfaction as the red imprint of his hand grew on her left ass cheek.

*Spank*

"Owwwwwwwww"

"Now they match, bitch. I think its time to give me what I want."

Chas was thrilled. The power, and the ability to do whatever he wanted to this thief pushed long surpressed evil to the surface.

"Ok, ok. We've got hidden money. Quit hitting me. I'll take you there. "

"You know what, Winona? I think I'll fuck you first. "

"Nooooooo!"

"Hell yes, bitch. Now I'm not totally without mercy. I'll get you ready first. "

Chas stood and slowly stripped. He was already hard as a rock.

"Pleasssse. I'll give you all the money ...."

"Shut up!"

Chas leaned over and spread her red cheeks apart. His mouth decended on her exposed pussy. The bitch was already wet! Taking his forefinger, he jammed it in her ass as he sucked her clit. Winona screamed and moaned. Pain and pleasure.

"You are ready"

Chas looked down, eager to fuck her. Winona writhed on that beautiful quilt. He placed his throbbing cock at the entrance he wanted.

"I think I'll start with your asshole "

"Nooooooooooooooo", she screamed.

Chas pushed forward, impaling himself slowly up her ass.

Now Chas screamed .... "Yessssssssssssssssssssssss"