Chapter 22: Bankers Trust

Maggie Marie Wadsworth was eighteen and pretty excited. On her eighteenth birthday last month her mother, manager of a local Bankers Trust branch, had given her a job as a teller. Now, not only was she actually, finally, eighteen, but she also had a nice paycheck!

Sharon Wadsworth was happy to give her daughter the job. She had a teller named Mark Woods who’d been caught embezzling federal checks using their bank. When she was confronted with the facts by detectives, she immediately fired him as they arrested him. Being as Maggie’s 18th birthday was two days away, this actually worked out better than she had hoped. Now she had a new teller, her own daughter.

Mark Woods pled guilty for a shorter sentence. At the correctional facility he met two convicts, two men who befriended him, showed him how to get cigarettes. Mark and Jim Bronson. Rather hefty, muscle type of guys, but friendly. They said they were in for growing pot in their backyard while they worked out. They liked to talk. They talked a lot about their (fictitious) previous jobs. Mark told them about the bank. The two listened closely. He described his federal check fraud plan, how it had failed, how the bank manager had hired her own daughter to replace him. He just knew she’d set him up somehow. So now he was doing three years plus probation. They talked more and more about the bank.

Mark Bronson was in fact a long-time criminal, just finishing up a ten-year sentence for armed robbery. His brother Jim, who also got sentenced to ten years for the same bank robbery, was also up for release. Now, with three months to go, they’d been moved from maximum security in the state prison to this correctional facility, just one step in their release process. As their 10-year sentences neared completion, they’d attended all the pre-release “be a good boy” programs. Then, along comes Mark Woods. Late one night, a week prior to their release, they reviewed what they had learned. The Bankers Trust branch on MidRivers Highway in Oysterville. One woman bank manager. Normally there is just one teller, apparently her own daughter. Most banking was done with ATM’s nowadays, so minimal traffic. They knew from other sources that banks often stocked up on cash on Thursday afternoon, in anticipation of numerous cash withdrawals on payday Fridays. The plan was simple. They’d watch the bank. When the armor truck made the delivery, they’d watch and see if they closed the vault before leaving. If they did, they’d have to rush the truck and the armed guards; much riskier. But, if the vault were to stay open as they sorted things, they could make their move after the truck left. Much easier with only a mom and her kid to deal with.

On Thursday the 5th of November they parked across from the bank in an old pick up that Jim had borrowed from his dad on the farm. When they weren’t planning robberies, they were bailing hay for the cows. At 4:10 PM the armored truck pulled up. The manager held the door while they wheeled in two forklifts stacked with fives, tens and twenties. They put it in the vault, had the manager sign for it and left, obviously with more deliveries to make. The daughter locked the front door. The manager stood in the vault, sorting stacks while her daughter watched from the counter.

A week later on the 12th, Mark and Jim watched again. At 4:10, the truck arrived. Two dollies with cash got wheeled inside, the manager signed for it and they left. The girl followed them to the door. One guard said something to her, made her laugh, she closed the door. Mark, holding the binoculars, said, “Look. Look! She didn’t lock the door. She got distracted or something, but the key is still in the door. I didn’t see her turn it either.”

Jim put the truck in gear and drove to the bank. They pulled up, pulling on masks as they did. They jumped out, holding two old .45 revolvers from the farm. Mark ran up to the door and sure enough, it opened right up.

The girl turned towards him, surprised at first for leaving the door open, then her eyes went wide when she saw the masks and the guns. She kept staring at Mark’s old gun as he ran up to her. She folded her arms up, little hands up, trying to back away. He grabbed her shirt back, yanked her back over to the counter in front of the vault. He pressed the gun to her temple, then just held her there. She shook, trembling, scared to death it seemed. He stared at the girl’s mother, standing in the vault with a very surprised look on her face as Jim ran in and shoved her against the back wall, knocking her down. As he zip-tied her hands and feet, she started saying, “Go ahead, take it, take it, just don’t hurt us, take it...” Jim grabbed a bank bag and stuffed it with the few bundles of hundreds, more bundles of fifties. Then a second bag he stuffed with twenties. Several hundred thousand dollars it was. He zipped them closed, picked them up and backed out. She could only watch as he closed the vault and spun the wheel.

Jim turned to Mark, “Let’s go!” and ran for the door with the two large, heavy bags. Mark turned to follow, holding onto the girl. Jim dashed outside and got in the truck, then stared with surprise as Mark shoved this teller girl into the truck. “The fuck...?!” he said. Mark grinned, said, “It’s been ten years. I know a trailer on a farm near here.” He of course was referring to the old trailer home Jim’s dad had let them stay in. It was acres away from the house, on the other side of a hill in fact. Jim rolled his eyes, put the truck in gear and drove off.

About thirty minutes later someone came in and found the place open by deserted. Then she heard a voice coming the safe it seemed like. The customer called 911, but by the time they looked at video, the boys were already in the farm.

Maggie sat between these two bank robbers in this old pickup truck. One kept her sitting low so she couldn’t see where they were going. Instead of making her scrunch down, he insisted on pushing her over his lap, mashing her face around on his pants crotch as he laughed. She could feel his penis in there and it was already getting erect. She had to do something; obviously they weren’t going to just let her go. She had to do something. She tried struggling more, maybe they would crash. A few hard punches to her kidneys changed her mind.

Maggie heard the truck slow, turn on a rough road. It was a short dirt driveway to their trailer, behind a grove of trees. The truck stopped, turned off. The door opened and Maggie was dragged out, practically falling down. The man shoved her towards this house or trailer. Man, this guy was strong. He moved her like she was a plastic cup. Holding her arms behind her, he forced her forward, up the steps and through the door. The man released her into the living room. The second man, also very muscular, came in and closed the door. She half knelt, knees together, arms around herself, eyes wide as she stared up at these men. She was barely 5’4” tall. These two were both easily six feet or more, body builders with big, big muscles. She knew right then she could do nothing to stop this. They were just too big. She had no idea where they were. Then one started to take off his pants. The other one told him to hold on a minute. “Let’s have a show first,” he said. He turned to Maggie. “You, stand up.” Slowly, she did. “Now, start dancing and strip as you do. I want a really sexy striptease, you got that? Really sexy. If you don’t...” The man took off his belt wrapped the end around his fist. He whipped her once with it, right across arms. Whack! OW, it really hurt! Ow, ow, ow, it stings so much. The other man, now standing naked from the waist down, turned and put on some music, some sort of country-western music. The other man yelled, “NOW!” and whipped her again. She jumped of course, then began to do what he said. She really didn’t have much choice now. The trailer home had one exit and they were between her and it. She started by undoing her pants, dancing just a little. He whipped her again. “Dance more! More!” She started dancing more, moving more. It made it harder to take off the pants, so she switched to her sweater vest. She slowly removed it as the man growled at her, “Do it sexy like, girl!” She tried to, but focusing on that was hard, crying as hard as she was. Next, she undid her blouse, then while dancing like some kind of stripper, she slowly removed it. They kept giving her instructions. “Pull it wide! Stretch it!” They made lots of rude comments about her as she slowly removed her bra. “Don’t hide those tits, girl! Don’t ever cover those tits!” Soon, she was dancing topless in front of them, wanting to cover her boobs but they wouldn’t let her. She just kept dancing, her boobs bouncing around as she did. They told her to keep going. She paused just long enough to pull her pants and panties down. She didn’t want to do both separately. Her shoes came off with them; she didn’t have socks on. She slowly stood back up, raising her hands up over her head when they told her to. She had to keep dancing too. Her boobs moved all over. Her vagina was wide open down there. Her bottom was bare, hiding nothing as they made her turn. Her hips moving only made her butt move more. God, this was so humiliating. She knew what was coming. She wished they would just get it over with.

Mark looked at this girl. Nude, white skin, soft and young. Small, but she had big tits, and on her they looked even bigger. They hung down some, not much, but they sure stuck out. Big brown nipples. She had long brown hair. A very cute face, especially when covered in tears. Every inch of her young body made him want to fuck her. Those big lips of hers, just waiting for him. Those tits for him to suck on. A big, brown bush between two very delicious looking thighs.

Mark turned to Jim. “Well, how you gonna do her first?” he asked, chuckling. Jim said with lust, “Like this...” He grabbed her, pulled her into the bedroom, a small room just about filled with a king-sized bed. He pushed her down on the bed, peeled off his t-shirt and shook his cock at her. “You ready for this?” he laughed. First, he climbed on the bed, beside her, began to lick and suck on her right tit. The nipple was already fairly erect. He sucked hard, licked hard, squeezed hard. She reacted with sounds of pain, though he knew he wasn’t really hurting her. Not yet. He worked on one tit, then switched to the other tit. He heard Mark start the microwave in the kitchen. Man, this girl’s nipples tasted good. He could work on this girl’s tits all night. When he switched back to her right breast, he noticed she lifted it slightly to him. Man, this little bitch was getting into it.

As the man sucked and molested her breasts, Maggie couldn’t help but feel excited. She’d had sex before, twice in fact. Being new though, her body reacted even when it shouldn’t. She felt her breast getting very excited, very stimulated. God, why was she liking this so much? He moved to her other breast. She wished he hadn’t stopped, but then her left breast got just as excited, if more so. When he moved back again, she’d lifted her breast up to him, lusting for that feeling again. She knew this was wrong, she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but getting lost in this little thing seemed better than facing the reality of being raped.

Maggie felt the man pushing between her legs with his own, forcing her knees apart. She resisted, struggled some, but he was still sucking on her nipple. Suddenly she felt his big penis against her pubic area. Oh Shit! She struggled some more, clenching all her muscles down there. She started saying, gasping between her heavy breathing, “Please, don’t, don’t...” The man persisted, holding his thing as he moved to fuck her. He was so big, so much stronger. She couldn’t even begin to stop him. He pushed his penis against her pussy lips, she felt them spread. Damn it, they were wet from all that breast touching. In he went, pushing right into her tight vagina. “AHH! UUUUHHH!” She groaned as he pushed his enormous cock into her. It was MASSIVE! She began begging him to stop as she gasped for air. Instead, he just started fucking her, moving back and forth having sex with her. God, he was huge! There was pain, but holy crap, her vag was starting to get as aroused as her boobs had. Damn it! She tried to focus on not doing that, trying to fight him, reminding herself he was raping her, this was bad. Really bad. Still, his massive thing moved back and forth inside her. Bad enough her vagina was getting more aroused every second. His penis was so fucking big it was actually rubbing her clit as he moved in and out, getting that thing all worked up. Heck, anything got that worked up. She realized she should just give up. She stopped struggling, lay there as he raped her. She didn’t want to do anything that would seem like she was enjoying it. Reality was, she was about three quarters against being raped and one quarter really enjoying the sex. After all, big guys with muscles were a teen girls dream. The only thing she did was to try and make him finish sooner. She held her legs apart, thrusting her hips ups a little every time he thrust into her. The rape was bad enough, but now he was french kissing her and that was way more gross. He body, laying naked on this old bed, was getting rocked back and forth quite roughly. He was furiously kissing er or licking her face, his hands all over her body as he pounded into her again and again. As much as Maggie tried, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting as any late teen body would. She felt herself climax twice. Finally, the man climaxed. Finally, it was over. But then the other man took over.