0 comments/ 393772 views/ 74 favorites Bank Takeover By: Mistress Maria This is based on a true story that happened 8 years ago. The names, places, and some details have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. The narrating character, Giovanna, was based on me. My name is Giovanna and I worked as a teller in a small bank in Monterey, a bay side town on the coast of Northern California. I stayed up late to watch the 11:00 o'clock news with Rick, my husband of two years. The headlining story was about a violent bank robbery in San Jose , where three masked gunmen entered, fired machine guns into the ceiling, and took the bank over. The female employees and customers were sexually assaulted during the robbery. Although the men could not be identified, they were described as three black men in their 20's. "How dreadful." I thought to myself out loud. It was easy for me to put my self in the place of those poor women. I was robbed at the bank once before, but it involved a straggly white guy who passed a note. He said he had a gun, but never produced one. There was no violence and certainly no sexual assault. "Yeah!" Rick agreed. "But I wonder what those guys did to them?" "What does that matter? I would imagine that those women would have just freaked if they were just touched or molested, let alone having to deal with a full on rape." I answered sharply being annoyed with Rick's insensitivity. "You know, I really want to you work somewhere else. The bank business is too dangerous nowadays. I wouldn't want anything happen to you." Said Rick. "I know, but I have put in five good years with the bank and we have to supplement our income somehow and the benefits are good. Besides, we live in Monterey, the land of Steinbeck, nothing bad ever happens here." I said. "San Jose is only an hour away." Rick said worriedly, "You are definitely going to quit when you're pregnant." Rick's concern for my welfare was endearing. It deflated some of my anger towards him at the moment. We had been trying for a year to get pregnant. I agreed to quit my job when I got pregnant Banking was dangerous, especially in California, the bank robbery capitol of the country, and that news story scared the pants off me. "Those poor women." I thought out loud, "The shooting must have been scary for them too." Rick and I went to bed after the news. We made love three times that night. For some reason Rick was especially horny that night. After our lovemaking, I slept deeply and woke up at 7:00 AM. I showered, powdered and perfumed my young, soft, supple body. I primped in the large bathroom mirror and liked what I saw. I was an attractive, 23 year old Italian-American girl, with long curly black hair that nearly reached my waist, I had dark brown almond shaped eyes and the standard Mediterranean olive complexion. My skin was very silky to the touch. My breast were rotund and perky. My nipples and quarter sized aureoles were a cherry red color. My breast were not too big, but not too small either. They were a nice handful, I thought, as I kneaded them gently while applying some after bath powder. My waist was trim and my hips were round and creamy. I needed a little work on my thighs, but they were still very shapely. I was of medium height and well proportioned. I powdered and pampered my pubic region, which was covered with a coarse patchwork of dark hair, groomed very neatly about my vulva. I slipped into my mauve colored satin and lace bikini panties and matching bra. I loved dressing in sexy lingerie as I cherished my femininity. Rick loved how I dressed too. He came in the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me from behind as I finished putting on my make-up. He was tall and athletic looking with short brown hair. He kissed my neck and smelled my hair. "You smell nice." He whispered in my ear. "Thank you." I blushed. "You look so hot in your panties and bra." He cooed, "Boy I would love to make love to you right her and right now." He was feeling amorous again. I felt his stiffening penis poke into my panty covered gap between my ass cheeks. I reached back and grabbed his livening penis. Then he said something very odd to me, "You know, if I robbed your bank, I would definitely take the extra time to have my way with you." His cock shot upright to a full erection when he said that. I wondered what was going on in his head. "Now that's not a nice thing to say." I said. "I know, but I just want to do you so bad right now." Rick was behaving like a kid wanting a special treat. "We made love three times last night!" I said, "Didn't you get enough?" "I can never get enough of you." He said kissing my neck and rubbing the sides of my upper thighs and ass. "Rick." I said sternly, "We are both running late." I tried to appeal to his sensible side, even though I wanted him again as well. I wondered what was going on in his dirty little mind. I didn't care really, as long as he would fuck me and impregnate me. I finished dressing as Rick finally let me go and jumped in the shower. I slipped on a navy blue skirt with hem line that fell about mid thigh. Before putting on the skirt, I pulled on a pair of silk suntan pantyhose. The bank had a dress code which required women with skirts or dresses to wear underwear, nylons, and or pantyhose. Usually I liked going without nylons, but panties were a must. I put on a white long sleeved blouse and a blue blazer that matched my skirt. I put on a pair of black glossy pumps to complete the ensemble, which made me look like a flight attendant. It was sort of our uniform for the bank. I gave Rick a passionate kiss good-bye when his wet, steamy, naked body got out the shower. We hugged, kissed again, then we said our good byes and I love yous. I made it out the door at 8:45. I drove to Lani's house, which was about three miles from my mine and only a mile from the bank, where we both worked. Lani and I carpooled. She was a twenty year old Asian girl with a slender and petite frame. She stood about only about 5'-2" and was diminutive compared to my 5'-8", 135 pound body. She had long straight black hair, which she usually kept pulled back and pinned up for work. She had dark and exotic Asiatic eyes. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and unblemished. She was very pretty indeed. She was also very pregnant, about eight months worth. She carried the extra weight well though. She only had a belly and was thin everywhere else. And of course, she had that cute pregnant woman's glow about her. I was happy for her, but I was also very envious. I wanted a child badly. Lani came out of her house wearing a sensible maternity style business dress. It was a button down navy blue affair, with a short pleated skirt and a white lace collar. She got into my car and sat down. I stole a look at her perfect legs which were covered in nude tone nylons. I hoped that I would look as good as her when I'm that pregnant, I thought. Lani was always very perky and upbeat She spoke with a high pitched sing-song voice. "Good morning." She chimed. "Good morning Lani. How are you?" I returned her pleasant greeting. I really liked her. "Fine. But did you hear about that horrible bank robbery in San Jose yesterday?" "Yeah, wasn't that terrible." "I hope no one was hurt." Lani said, "I would hate to imagine what those women went through. They were molested, you know." "I heard that they were sexually assaulted, but the news wasn't specific about what happened. I would absolutely freak out if something like that happened at our bank.." "Oh, me too. Joe begged me not to go to work today." Joe was Lani's husband. "I know, Rick wants me to quit all together." "But you know what? This robbery news made Joe act very strange. Normally, he doesn't touch me too much anymore now that I am getting so big, but last night he couldn't keep his hands off me." "Wow! You too!" I was amazed at what Lani said, "Rick was the same way with me last night. I almost didn't make it to work today because he was ready to take me right there on the bathroom floor." I said. Lani giggled. "I wonder what goes through their minds sometimes." Lani pondered. I told her what Rick had told me about taking advantage of me if he was a bank robber who robbed our bank. "Our men are sick." Lani spat out in disgust. "I know." I agreed, "But they know how to please us in the bedroom." "You are so right." Lani grinned and drifted off in thought. Later in the day, while at work, Lani and I took a break together. We talked and gossiped. We were really becoming close after four months of working together. We mostly talked about her pregnancy and aired our complaints about some of our fellow co-workers. We griped about the manager, Margaret, who totally lacked in people skills and managerial skills. We called her the "Ice Princess." She was only nice to Keith, a blond, 19-year- old surfer type, who had no clue what he was doing at the bank. He was cute young guy, but he a simpleton and very immature. He was dating the Ice Princess, who was 12 years his senior. Margaret was a stunningly beautiful woman with auburn shoulder length hair, which she kept in a tight bun. She wore round wire rimmed glasses, which made her look like a sultry librarian. She always acted so prim and proper. Keith was basically incompetent and lazy, but he got preferential treatment from Margaret. She promoted him to senior teller over me and I've been with the bank 4 years longer than he. Keith knew he was Margaret's pet and he relished it. He enjoyed rubbing our noses in it. Anyway, it was a busy Friday at the bank. Lani and I worked non-stop after our break. Keith and Margaret disappeared for a good part of the day and left Lani and I to do all the work. Keith came back a half hour prior to closing time. Margaret was still out. Keith explained that Margaret had him run some errands for her. Lani and I were pissed, because we knew it was a lie and that they were at the Motel 6 down the street fucking their pea sized brains out. It was a few minutes before 6:00 PM and dark outside when I looked up at the clock. It was late fall and getting darker earlier. I had only one customer remaining, Mrs. Stahl. She was an attractive woman in her late 30s. She had shoulder length blond hair, which she had in a short pony tail, and blue eyes. She was in a white tennis outfit as she had a tennis lesson at 6:30. Her husband owned a hotel in town and they were well off. She had two teen aged kids, but she looked like a teen-ager herself. Her pretty eighteen year old daughter, Claire, was with her. She looked like Mrs. Stahl's little sister. She wore a blue, white, a gray plaid and pleated school girl skirt, white blouse, white ankle socks, and white and black oxfords. She was an 18-year-old senior at a local Catholic high school. Mrs. Stahl was truly a nice lady and always treated me well. Claire was a shy demure girl. I told Lani to get ready to close up as I was nearly finished with Mrs. Stahl and I did not want to handle any last minute customers. It was Friday night and I was anxious to start my weekend. Rick and I were going to take a drive up the coast to a bed and breakfast and work on making a baby. Lani went to the door and spoke to someone, who I couldn't see. "Sorry, we are closed." She said. Suddenly she shrieked loudly as I saw her stumble backwards away from the door. She nearly fell on the hard tile floor. I let out a scream of shock as I saw poor pregnant Lani being tossed about like a rag doll. Then three large men burst through the doorway. They were dressed in camouflaged commando fatigues and donned black knit ski masks. They were armed with assault rifles. They entered very stealth like and took strategic positions about the lobby. Two of the men began yelling and screaming. One man closed and locked the door behind him and began drawing the vertical blinds throughout the bank. Lani had already put out the closed sign. Another man, the largest of the three, moved straight toward me and pointed his rifle square at my chest. "You best not hit that alarm, bitch! Or I will off you and everyone in this punk ass place!" The man was calm, cold, and direct. He spoke with a street accent I saw that he was black through the face openings of his ski mask. All three of the robbers were black men in their early 20's, just like the ones in the San Jose robbery from the day before. A feeling of dread came over me and my heart began racing like a jack rabbit. "I-I w-won't" I managed to let the voice out past my tied tongue.. "Step back away from the counter. I know you have button on the floor." The larger man was right. The alarm button was on the floor under the counter. I could not get to it without him knowing. He leaped over the counter and stuck his rifle in my side. It hurt as he jabbed my ribs with the barrel. The third man, who was thin and agile, pulled Lani by the arm and drug her across the floor to where Mrs. Stahl and her young daughter were standing, cowering and shaking with their hands raised. "All you all on da floor! Now!" The third man shouted at Mrs. Stahl and her daughter quickly hit the floor on their stomachs. He forced Lani down to her knees next to the Stahls. Seeing that she was pregnant, he allowed her to lay on her side facing the door. Keith just came out of the employee bathroom and entered the lobby without a clue about what was happening. The second man who was closing the blinds, confronted him and ordered him to lay face down next to Claire. The second man was the older of the three and sported a thin mustache. He jabbed Kevin in the ribs with the butt of his rifle for good measure. The first man, who seemed to be the leader, demanded me to take him to the vault. I told him that it was closed and Margaret, the manager, was the only one with the combination. He did not like my answer. He directed me to lay down on my stomach next to the others while he cleaned out the petty cash in the teller drawers. I felt my skirt raise up as I got down and laid upon the cold hard floor. I felt cool air on my exposed rump. I tried to squirm and pull my skirt down over my butt. The second man saw what I was trying to do and told me to stop moving. He took the muzzle of his rifle and lifted up the back of my skirt and playfully poked the long hard barrel into middle of my ass pushing my undies into ass crack. I braced my self and tensed up like a tightly wound clock. I bit my lower lip so I would not scream. He laughed at my obvious discomfort. "Knock that shit off!" The leader ordered the second man, "We got a job to do, fool!" "Old habits are hard to break, bro." The second man replied sheepishly. I looked over at Lani who was lying on her side facing me. Her eyes were shut tight and her face was tense. She rubbed her swollen belly. She looked uncomfortable. Suddenly, the men stopped in their tracks as they heard jingling noises at the front metallic door. It was the sound of keys turning the lock. "Who the hell is that?" The leader demanded. "It must be the manager." Keith said. "She said she would be back at six." The leader motioned for the second and third robber to intercept Margaret as she came through the door. Margaret entered and was pounced upon immediately. The door was quickly slammed and locked behind her. The second man pushed her toward the center of the lobby and kicked her square in the ass forcing her to fall forward. Her tight knee length black skirt bunched up high on her thighs as she fell, exposing a hint of pink panties under her dark blue pantyhose. He nylons tore at the knees and her white long sleeved blouse was smudged with dirt from sliding on the floor. "What's going on here?" Margaret asked defiantly. Once she saw the masked gunmen she knew the answer to her question. "What's the combination boss lady?" The leader demanded. "I don't have it. The safe is on a timer lock. It won't open until tomorrow morning." Margaret replied calmly as she could. She was shaken, but tried to remain stoic and calm as she thought of her self as needing to be good leader in a crisis in order to set an example.. "That's fucked." The leader snarled, "You better not be lying to me, bitch!" "Looks like we gonna have some time to kill, blood." The second robber said. "Yeah. Yeah. The leader fidgeted impatiently, "We gonna have some fun. Hell, we got all night." All three men laughed with a menacing tone. "What are you planning to do with us?" I asked trying to choke back tears. "We all gonna play some games baby." Croaked the third man who had a deep base like voice. The men stood around our prone bodies in a semi-circle with their rifles at the ready. "All you bitches stand up. Turn around and face us with your hands up!" Barked the leader. They made us stand up and bunch together facing them. "Shit. We hit the mother load here my brothers." Said the second man, "The bitches in this here bank are hotter than the ones in that bank in Saint Joe." "And they all wearing short skirts too. I like that." The third man added. "Yeah." Said the leader, "Lets' see what you got ladies. Lift em up." He was upset that we moved too slow. "I said lift your damn skirts up! And lift em high dammit!" He shouted and thrust his rifle at us. The men glared and licked their lips as all of us skirted women reluctantly raised our skirts showing them our underwear. Lani and Mrs. Stahl were crying in humiliation. Lani had white laced maternity panties on beneath her pantyhose. Her tight underwear accentuated her pregnant belly. Mrs. Stahl had white nylon cotton tennis panties with ruffled leg openings below her raised, short, white tennis skirt. "Please don't make me do this." Mrs. Stahl begged. "Not in front of my daughter." She looked over at Claire, who was petrified. Claire had white cotton bikini panties with a light blue flowers scattered about. "Please I am a married woman with children." She plead. "Good. You're the first one we rape." Croaked the third man. "Then we fuck your daughter." The second man threatened with a devilish grin. "No!" Mrs. Stahl and Claire begged in unison for the men not to violate them. I knew that we were all doomed to be raped. I just hoped we would survive. The men ordered Keith to strip down to his underwear. He did and was left standing in a pair of black silk bikini underwear. He crossed his hands in front of his groin to maintain a semblance of modesty. As we stood there trembling with our skirts raised above our hips, each man approached each of us and took turns manhandling and pawing at our pantied and nylon covered pussies. The second man was especially rough on how he handled me. He grabbed my precious mound very hard and squeezed it. He slid his hand down my panties, then rubbed and pulled on my pubic hair. It hurt when he did this. "I'll take this one." The second man said decisively. He pulled me aside out of the line up and whisked me away to the took me into the break room. I tried to pull my dress down as we walked to the room. He bent me forward over the white lunch table and stood flush behind me. He reached under my skirt, grabbed a handful of nylon and panties, then forcefully tore out the crotch of my undergarments with one quick yank. I gasped at how quick he made me exposed for his pending assault. I felt cool air on my naked bottom and pussy. "Please don't hurt me." I begged with tears streaming down my face. "You don't have to do this." "Shut up!" He barked at me and slapped me hard on my ass. The loud crack reverberated throughout the room. My soft skin on my firm ass burned and stung from the strike. The sharp burning pain made my clit tingle and my pussy began to get instantly wet. He pushed up the back of my tight skirt to my lower back and positioned himself behind me. I made one last attempt to protest, but he plunged his hard black cock into my white and pink vagina. I screamed through clenched teeth as he thrust deep into me. He was enormous as I felt my pussy bursting at the seams. The upper and lower ends of my vaginal opening were tearing as his 10 inch rod assaulted me. He savagely pumped my moistening vagina from behind. Our pelvises repeatedly collided with tremendous force. Bank Takeover His course pubic hair scratched my tender ass cheeks as he slammed his gyrating hips into my backside. His thighs were strong and muscular. His balls slapped hard at my throbbing clit. My vagina became drenched and the wetness began to ease the pressure and initial pain. But after a minute, the surging movement of his penetrating cock began to stimulate me more and I soon felt sheer pleasure. I knew that I was not supposed to enjoy my rape. It violated every fiber and being of what it means to be a liberated woman of the 90s. But, I could not help it though. It must have been an involuntary response as I was getting savagely fucked by the biggest and blackest cock that I have ever seen or felt for that matter. I always fantasized by being taken by a strapping young black man, but I never had the guts to actual go through with the real thing. But here I was getting fucked thoroughly by the blackest man I had ever seen outside of the tribesmen I saw in documentaries about Africa. He pawed at my dangling breasts over my blouse and bra through my open blazer as he rocked me on the table where I ate my lunch five days a week. My pussy was still very sore and swollen after the marathon session with Rick the previous night. After a while, my mind went numb and I just surrendered to the physical pleasure. I came with a shrilled scream that would challenge a Brink's alarm system. The man's powerful thrusting lasted for five long minutes after I climaxed, then he came inside me. His ejaculate was warm as I felt him spurt into me and fill me to the brim. Suddenly, I had a horrid thought. I am not taking the pill no longer and I am close to my ovulation time. I prayed that I would not get pregnant by my rapist, especially when my husband and I have been trying so hard to make a baby. What would I do if I conceived during my rape? Would I abort it or keep it? Would I put it up for adoption? Would it be black? White? Or mulatto? Would I even live through this? My mind started to race and wander and think of all sorts of weird things. "Whew baby! You a fine piece of ass." The second robber said as he pulled his cum dripping cock out of my ravaged pussy. He pulled me up by my hair, but he was not too rough. He turned me toward him and ordered me to clean him off with my mouth. I got the first close up look at the huge male member that invaded my pussy. I was in awe at the thick, long, black beauty that lay before me. He was nearly twice as big as Rick. He should have been in a freak show and I was astonished that I was able to take in such a man. I sucked that beautiful chocolaty looking cock and cleaned my womanly wetness and his potent emissions off of it. My attacker was loving every minute of it. The whole act felt very primitive and instinctual. I guess human beings are truly and basically animals when it comes to sex. When he was finished with me, he brought me into the lobby with the others. There, in the middle of the lobby floor the third robber, with his pants down around his ankles, was conjoined with Mrs. Stahl in a standard missionary position. She kept her eyes shut tight and her fist clenched in a ball during her assault. Claire was back down on the floor, laying prone just inches from where her mother was being taken by force by a strange black man. Her head was buried in her cupped hands, refusing to witness what was happening to her mother. Keith and Margaret sat in office chairs with their wrists bound to the arm chair rests with duct tape. They were looking on at Mrs. Stahl's rape. Keith had an obvious erection. Lani was on her knees giving fellatio to the leader, who still held his rifle. His cock was as big as the man who had just fucked me. Lani's eyes were wide, very surprised by the huge piece a black man meat she was nursing. Her red lip stick was smeared all over his stiff dark shaft and her ravaged mouth. Her plump belly rested on her reclined thighs. The poor girl had to go through this ordeal while being very pregnant. I was concerned for her safety and that of her unborn child. "Please leave her alone!" I pled with the leader. She is pregnant for god sake." The leader just smiled and released his seed into the pregnant girl's mouth. Lani tried to lap up every bit of cum that emerged from the cock fucking her mouth, but white globules dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and dropped over the front of her pretty blue dress. The leader pulled his cock out of her raped mouth. Then the leader grabbed me by the upper part of my left arm and took me into the break room. There, he took off my blazer and threw it on the table. He tossed me onto the sofa back side down. He ripped open my blouse and caressed my bra covered breasts. Then he plunged his big hands into the upper rims of my bra cups and curled his fingers inward. He tore open my bra down the center, exposing my plump breasts and erect nipples. The cool air felt good on my hot and sweaty chest. Then he pulled off the remainder of my torn pantyhose and tied my wrists behind my back with them. He flipped me over onto my back again and yanked my skirt off. The remainder of my torn panties were whisked off me. Then he pushed my legs wide open until my inner thighs burned from the stretch. The masked leader patted and rubbed my thick pubic hair patch and messaged my fleshy Mons Venus with his hand and finger tips. He rubbed me vigorously over my sweaty groin. He took the head of his massive black cock and rubbed it against my sensitive pink clit. He got me nice and wet as his tip of his penis worked my fleshy clit with a circular motion for a several minutes. He studied my white body. He admired my luscious tits and soft flat torso, but he focused mostly on my pubic area. The second robber's semen, the leader's pre-cum, and my love juices mixed into a wet, sticky, and sweet medley of sexual fluids on my outer pussy walls and vaginal opening. The smell was potent and arousing. It permeated the room. I was well lubricated as he crammed his wet, hot, throbbing member into my quivering vagina. I looked up at the leader's covered face as he violated me. I tried to look into his eyes, which were black as coal. He caught my stare, but diverted his eyes away. He probably did want me to get a good look so that I wouldn't recognize him later. But it was more like, he didn't want to me to realize that he was getting personally involved with me and that had to struggle to concentrate and think of me as a sex object and not a real person. He lifted my legs and pressed my knees into my breasts as he slammed repeatedly into me. The leader fucked me and fucked me for what seemed like an eternity. He was incredible. I came an unprecedented four times in a row. Soon, the door to the break room flung opened and the second robber was pulling Lani by the hair, which was now down and in disarray. He threw Lani on the lunch table. Her backside rested on my discarded blazer. The man wildly tore the maternity dress from her body and left her clad in only white lacy maternity panties and a matching nursing bra. He rubbed his hands together and licked his chops as if he was going to devour a Thanksgiving turkey before him. "No! Please don't. Lani cried out, "You might hurt my baby!" The second man laughed and told her not to worry and that the motion will rock the baby to sleep. He proceeded to tear off her nursing bra and playful batted her blooming milk filled breasts. Lani screamed and begged for mercy, but this got her attacker even more riled up. He nibbled Lani all about her full breast and dark sensitive nipples. The he sucked like a baby on her left teat. "Ah! Your milk is so sweet!" The man relished in his nursing on the breast of a pretty Asian woman. I appealed to the leader to intervene on Lani's behalf. He told me to hush up, because Lani seemed to be enjoying the foreplay that his comrade was engaging. The leader kept fucking me at a steady pace as he assured me that Lani would not be hurt. The second man pulled Lani's legs toward the end of the table. He easily ripped the maternity panties from her person and positioned himself between her legs. He jammed himself into her like he did to me, very hard and sudden. She screamed at first, but then settled down to quiet whimpering as the man screwed away at her plump pregnant pussy. There was little doubt that his huge prick bounced into the baby within Lani's womb. His massive cock completely filled her birth canal. Lani was on her way to a series of multiple orgasms during this lustful rape session. After a while, the leader came inside me quietly, without fanfare. I was so wet, I could barely tell if he did. He pulled out and began to finger my wet hole. He proceeded to message my clitoris with two fingers on one hand, while he finger fucked me with two fingers on the other hand. He brought me to a huge convulsing orgasm. I started to feel shame as I was actually deriving pleasure in this hellish nightmare. The leader pulled me up off the sofa and brought me back to the lobby, where the third deep voiced robber had Martha propped up against the loan desk, her skirt hiked up, her panties down around her knees, her pantyhose down around her ankles, and his cock deep in her ass. The Ice Princess actually seemed to be getting off on this too. She was a sick woman, I thought. But what about me? I was no better. I felt a bit hypocritical after the thought as I just gotten off after being masturbated by my second rapist. The Ice Princess climaxed, rolled off the desk and fell to the floor in orgasmic bliss. The third man noticed my return and saw that I was totally nude. He walked over to me with his still rigid pole in his hand. He was not as big as the other two. He was only about 8 inches. He was still big compared to what I was used to. He grabbed me and roughly pulled me to him. "No!" I whined. "I can not take much more of this." He bent me over the same desk where he anally pleased Margaret. He pressed his black cock head against my tight anus and pushed it inside me. I only tried this once before with Rick and never cared for it. Now it was happening against my will. "Please don't!" I cried, "You will really hurt me that way. I can't." "That's the idea." The anal intruder said in his baritone voice. It felt like a locomotive was coursing through me when he entered my tight anus. The pain was intense at first, once he passed my anal ring, I began to relax my anal muscles. There was no sense in fighting it. It would only serve to hurt me more. Once he got some rhythm and natural lubrication going, it was becoming quite pleasurable. Now I had nearly every opening of me penetrated except my ears. Just as I thought that, the leader came around to my face and planted his cock into my lips. He ordered me to suck him dry as his deep voiced cohort invaded my ass. Now I had every orifice breached and violated within a hour. I was getting very excited at being fucked at two different ends by two strong black men. The leader had the most prettiest cock of them all and I loved and adored it with my hot wet mouth and tongue. Soon, all the continuous physical exertion was getting to me. The leader and robber number three both came at the same time. Cum shot into my mouth and my ass simultaneously. The two men left me there on the desk to rest. I tried to close my tired eyes. I wondered if Rick would call or come looking for me if he had not heard from me in a while. I hoped that he would not come, because he would be caught up in all this mess and I did not want to see him hurt. What about the others? Would their loved ones be calling. The phones rang occasionally, but went unanswered. I soon drifted off to sleep for a brief time. When I woke up I sensed myself being pulled from the desk and ordered to the floor. I saw that Lani was back with us in the lobby. She was nude and curled in a fetal position, crying. She was crying in shame. The same shame that overcame me. How would she explain to her beloved Joe. Would he ask if she enjoyed it? Mrs. Stahl was now tied to a chair facing the loan desk. Cum leaked from her violated vagina. She was begging for the men to leave her virginal daughter alone. Two of the men hoisted Claire up and plopped her down on top of the loan desk. All three pawed and rubbed their hands all over her young firm body. The y flipped her uniform skirt up and rubbed all over her panties and untouched pussy. Her mother sobbed as her daughter was being molested before her eyes. The robber tore open Claire's white blouse and cut her bra off with a pair of scissors lying around the office. Claire trembled in fear. The leader cut her plaid skirt off and pulled her white and blue floral panties off. He was amused that they were wet in the crotch. "Ohhhh!. So you like seein' all these brothers fucking your mom and these other stuck up bitches. Don't you little mama?" "No" Claire cried out, bursting into tears. "Yeah, your pussy don't lie. Your wet panties here gave you away." Said the leader. "No." Claire sobbed and turned her head away in shame. She could not look at her mother. The young girl was curious about sex and she watched the carnal activity with mixed emotions of horror and fascination. The three men ran their hands all up and down, Claire's young white nude body. She was taller than her mom, but much skinnier. She had pointed little B-cup boobs. The men had a field day with them. The leader stroked her short trimmed blond pubic hair. With his thumb he parted her pink pussy lips. This was the first man ever to touched her innocent vagina. He sunk his index finger into her tight wet vaginal opening. Her back arched up off the table as the leader fingered her and pressed his thumb onto her clit. Claire just discovered her clit last summer, when a girlfriend of hers taught her the joys of female masturbation. Claire never imagined such physical pleasure could be possible. And fear played a vital role in her excitement and arousal. After priming her sweet 18 year old pussy and making it dripping wet, the leader penetrated it with gusto. Her precious pussy, which she vowed to save for the man she would marry, had been officially violated. Claire gave a half hearted protest, but the second robber stuck his huge black cock into her mouth, stifling her. The leader forced his black 12 incher into the young school girl's snatch. He tore the poor girl open, popped her cherished cherry, and stole her treasured virginity. I stared as his thick long shaft stuffed her tiny slit and stretched it to the breaking point and beyond. The blackness of his flesh contrasted totally with the pale, blond haired girl. The leader slammed his pelvis into her with every forward thrust. He thoroughly punished her pussy. The second man pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked himself to climax. He shot his white hot load over the pretty girl's face. Soon thereafter, Claire hyperventilated uncontrollably and came with a guttural roar . It was her first true orgasm. The leader picked her legs up and held her upright calves in a "V" in front of him as he stuffed his meat into her. "Oh yeeeeaahh! Baby! Oh yeeeaahh!" The leader carried on. "I'm going to come in your white pussy. I'm going give you a black baby." The second and third robber placed both of their swollen black cocks into Claire's dainty mouth. Her mouth was crammed full of dark flesh. One of those dirty cocks had just fucked her mother and fucked the asses of two others. Although it was impossible to breath from her mouth, Claire sucked the two men simultaneously. The young girl, who up until a five minutes before never had never even touched a penis, had three big black ones stuck into her at the same time. Claire convulsed as she came again. She gagged on the two cocks deep in her mouth as she tried to vocally express her second orgasm. Mrs. Stahl was amazed at her daughter's new found sexuality. She realized that she was no longer her sheltered and shy little girl. Her innocence was gone forever. The leader came with heaving grunts and bathed her cervix with a hot semen shower. Claire marveled at the foreign sensation of having a man cum inside her. She felt so womanly at that point and nearly forgot for a few moments that she was being raped in front of a group of strangers and her very own mother. "Well, looks like you gonna be a granny to a black grandbaby Moms." The leader said with a smirk to Mrs. Stahl, who was sickened by the thought. The third man pulled out of Claire's mouth and flipped her on her stomach and took her tight virgin asshole, while the second robber continued to force feed her his erect penis. Cum shot into her ass and mouth. Every fuckable opening of her young body was penetrated and defiled. For the next hour, the three men took turns raping all of us women again. Toward the end of this ordeal, my pussy was so swollen and shredded that they couldn't force a lubricated Q-tip into my closed vagina. I was incredibly sore, but very satisfied. I couldn't take anymore pain or pleasure for that matter. The men were getting tired too. They couldn't even cum anymore when they fucked us. They were just going through the motions and actually became bored. "This is getting old my brothers" The leader spoke. "Time for a new game." The three men pulled up and fastened their pants. The leader pulled Margaret up off the floor and sat her in a chair. She was nude from the waist up. Somehow she managed to keep her skirt and panties on during her four separate rapes. Her pink satin bikini style panties where stretched, tattered, and cum soaked at the crotch. All the rest of us women had been stripped of all clothing, with the exception of Mrs. Stahl who still had her tennis outfit on, but no panties. They were shoved in her mouth and taped in place when she protested her daughter's rape. Margaret was seated in a chair with her skirt raised to her hips while the leader stood between her wide open legs, rubbing her wet, pink, panty clad mound. Her pantyhose were torn into strips and were used to tie her legs and arms to the chair. Margaret was moaning and squirming passionately as she was being fondled. She was enjoying things a bit too much. The second robber approached Keith, the lone male victim, who was almost forgotten by the robber-rapists. He was still sitting tied to his chair off to the side. The second robber kicked Keith with his heavy black combat boot. He noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of Keith's silky drawers and a raging hard on poking out of his waistband. The cum stain was very prominent at the top of his bikinis as a pearl sized drop of his essence still pooled outside the smooth black material. "Hey! Check this out!" The second robber announced. He dragged Keith's chair closer to the group and showed him off to the others. "He's getting off on all this shit. He's fuckin hard and creamed his panties." The other's laughed. Keith grew red with embarrassment. "You like what you see here boy?" The second robber interrogated Keith, jerking him around in the chair. "I bet you would like to have some fun too." Said the leader, "Would you like that?" Keith did not respond verbally, but I saw in his eyes that he entertained the thought of take part in a sex act with one of us under the approval and amusement of our captors. "Well, not today bitch!" The leader continued, "But we may have some fun with you, yet." The leader kicked Keith's chair over backwards. Looking like a turtle stuck on his back, Keith's expression changed to fear and he grew pale. The second robber reached down and grabbed Keith's package and squeezed his scrotum sack. "This reminds me of the fun I had in the joint. I had me a ton of pretty boys like you." The second robber said with a laugh as he manipulated Keith's ball sack. Keith flinched and tried to scramble away, but the second robber dropped a knee onto Keith's upper chest, close to his throat. He had trouble breathing. The second robber hoisted Keith's chair upright and took duct tape and bound Keith's ankle's to the legs to the chair causing his thighs to spread open and leaving his silk covered genitals exposed and vulnerable. He pushed Keith's chair next to Margaret's. Bank Takeover The leader withdrew a large revolver from his back pocket. It was a stainless steel gun with a six inch barrel. "It's time we play another game my brothers." The leader announced, "But first, we must tie everybody up." Robbers two and three taped Lani's hands behind her and bound her and I together back to back. They kept us seated on the floor. The floor was cold on my pantyless bottom. I felt semen trickle out of my aching vagina that had swelled shut and onto the floor. Mrs. Stahl was also taped to her chair, still clad in her tennis skirt minus her panties. Her legs were intentionally hung over the arms of the chair and her lovely blond bush bulged out of her white pleated tennis skirt. Claire had her wrists bound by tape. Her ankles were taped to the back legs of her mother's chair. Mother and daughter faced each other with Mrs. Stahl in the chair and Claire on the floor. Mrs. Stahl's ravaged muff stared the deflowered Claire in the face and eye level. The third robber pushed Claire's face into her mom's oozing pussy and made her eat her out. The leader now grew agitated and began pacing with the revolver in his hand. "You know, I don't believe there is a time lock on that vault." The leader said, "I believe someone here knows the combination. And I am going to find out. We are going to play another game - Russian Roulette. But we are going to play it like we do in ghetto." With the exception of Claire and her mother, all eyes were fixed on the leader who continued explaining the rules of his deadly game. "Now how we all do this in the hood goes a little somethin like this. Instead of taking out five bullets from the cylinder, leaving one, we just take one and leave five." The leader grinned like a madman. He opened the cylinder of the revolver and took out only one bullet. He spun the cylinder and closed it in place, making sure everyone saw his deliberate actions. He walked over to Keith and thrust the gun into his balls. The barrel deflected downward and inward as the front sight gouged the tender area beneath his scrotum and scraped against his perineum. "Ahhh!" Keith jumped upright. The leader cocked the hammer of the gun back and hesitated in order to build the suspense and intensify the mental torture he was inflicting. Poor Keith was sweating profusely. "No! No! , Please stop! I can tell you." Keith sang out. "Tell me bitch!" The leader demanded. "I-I-I know the first two numbers of the combination. It's 28 right, then 17 left." Keith blurted out quickly. "She knows the rest of it." Keith motioned his head and eyes toward Margaret, who sat next to him with her legs open and her skirt raised to her waist. Her pink satin panties peeked out of her skirt, which looked like a shiny soft triangular pillow at the juncture of her thighs. The cowardly Keith breathed a sigh of relief as the leader left him alone and now directed his attention to Margaret, whose eyes grew wide as her precious Keith exposed her as a liar. The leader placed the gun between Margaret's white thighs and pressed the barrel hard into her puffy pink satin pillow where the thighs joined within the shadow of her stretched out hem line of her skirt. She gasped as the hard phallic shaped metal firearm pressed into her flesh just below her clit. The Ice Princess now appeared to be melting. Tears, most likely comprised of ice water, streamed down her cheeks. "Tell me the last part of the combination, Be-ach!" The leader stated coldly while looking into her fearful eyes. "He doesn't know what he's talking about. He just wanted to get you away from him with that thing." Margaret made a pathetic attempt to continue to deceive the deadly serious leader of the robbers. "Wrong answer." The leader replied coolly. He pulled the trigger which caused the hammer to fall harmlessly on an empty chamber. "Ohhhooo!" Margaret shrieked and shuddered. She clamped down on the arms of the chair with a death grip and winced as she saw her life flash before her. She began to breath heavily and squirm uncontrollably. Clear liquid began to drip along the side and back of her chair. She had peed herself. She soon realized she was not shot. "Please stop this madness!" She cried and began sobbing. It was quite different from her proud, stoic act when she first encountered these men. "You is a lucky woman." The leader said, "The odds are against you five to one, baby. Wanna try your luck again?" He spun the cylinder again, closed it in place, and shoved the gun into her pussy a second time. " No! No! No! No! I'll tell you." Margaret tried to catch her breath and soon came to her senses. "It's 6 right, 23 left, and 34 right." "Now that's a girl." The leader said with a wide grin and glazed eyes. Margaret sighed in relief as the leader pulled the gun away from her pussy and out from under her skirt. The leader opened the safe and the three robbers loaded the money into duffel bags that they brought with them. They got $120,000 in cash and bonds. Then they took our purses and jewelry. They reminded us that they had our wallets and identification. They knew where we lived and said that we better get amnesia real quick if we knew what was good for us. Just before they left, the leader addressed his captives for the final time. "Ladies, it's been a pleasure. Me and my brothers thank you. And just to show you my gratitude for all your cooperation, I am going to trigger the alarm so the police can come rescue you. May you all be blessed with our black babies. Well, except for the pregnant Chinese girl over there. You got away lucky, sweetheart. Y'all have a good night." The leader hit the silent alarm and them men fled the bank. We all broke down and cried. I was relieved to know that we came out of this alive. My next thought was the fear of Rick's reaction when I tell him what happened. Will he still want me after I was raped and ravaged repeatedly by three black studs. Will he think of me as being spoiled goods. Will I ever be satisfied again by his meager white dick after I had the prime rib of cocks inside vanquished pussy. Wild thoughts raced through my mind again that sent my head spinning. Seven minutes later, the police arrived. They found us all together, stripped naked, and raped. We were all taken away in ambulances to various local hospitals. At the hospital Rick was by my side holding my hand. He was mortified to find out what happened to me and how all those black studs violated my body, which until that moment belonged solely to him. He stood by me as I laid in my gurney in the hospital's trauma room giving my account of every graphic detail of the robbery, my multiple rapes, and the sexual assault of the other women to a female FBI agent. Rick, my loving and concerned husband, had a hard on while I told my story! I was released from the hospital later that night. Rick and I were silent on the drive home. It was days before we spoke a word to each other. Mrs. Stahl and Claire Stahl were treated and released early the next morning. Mr. and Mrs. Stahl filed for divorce three months after the robbery. Claire went to public school to finish her senior year and began dating the black quarterback of the football team. Keith and Margaret quit their jobs at the bank. Keith became a surf bum and lived off his parents. Margaret left Monterey and moved to Oakland where she became a crack whore in a black neighborhood. Lani had her baby three weeks after the robbery and named him Joseph Jr. She quit banking and became a full time mom. Later I learned that the bank robbers were members of a black militant group based in Oakland. They robbed banks to finance their cause. Two were convicted sex offenders. They found opportunities to incorporate their urge to rape into their bank robbery missions. Their lust for forcing women to have sex as opposed their need for financing got the best of them. The bank robbers met their fate about eight weeks later when they attempted to rob a bank in Stockton, California. The leader and the third robber where killed in a shoot out with police. The second man with the thin mustache mysteriously escaped and was never heard from again. Unfortunately, the robbers raped two female tellers and a female customer before they were killed by police. The day I heard about the death of the bank robbers, I found out I was pregnant. I conceived on or about the day that I was robbed an raped at my bank. I hoped it was Rick's, but I was not sure until I had the baby. Rick vowed to stay with me and love the child no matter who was the father. Rick and I are still married. Our son will turn nine next June. I still work at the same bank, where I am the branch manager.