I sighed nervously. The date I had planned later that day would have to be postponed. Surely he would understand.
"Everyone on the floor. Now," one of the female robbers commanded, waving her gun at us. "Hands behind your backs, and no talking. Resist and we'll knock you out."
Her friend moved towards my co-workers, pulling up several bundles of rope and rolls of duct tape from her bag. I think we all knew what was going to happen.
I slowly bent down, still keeping my hands in the air. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and in heels, lying down on my stomach proved to be a more difficult task than I'd thought.
"Not you." The woman pointed at me.
I swallowed hard. "What?"
"You're going to open the safe for us. Take her."
I nodded and stood up again, watching as my co-workers were being put in stringent positions on the hard floor. Each and everyone of them had their wrists bound to their ankles and their mouths covered with duct tape down to their chins.
My stomach dropped. I didn't want to end up like that, not in that humiliating position dressed like this. I tried to cover my chest from the visible push-up effect.
"Is... Is that really necessary?" I asked.
The woman grinned. "Don't worry, you won't be missing out. We'll make sure to take care of you as well on our way out. Now move."
While I led the woman to the back of the office, we could still hear the sounds from my co-workers very clearly. The high pitched cries and moans from the women, the deep, frustrated grunts from the men, echoing throughout the office.
"Doesn't it just sound lovely?" The woman smiled.
"Excuse me?" I furrowed my brows.
"Nevermind." She chuckled and gave me a light push.
We entered came into the room with the safe, and the woman immediatey pulled up one of the office chairs.
"Have a seat, Miss."
I did as she said.
"Let me help you out of those pretty shoes of yours," she said and bent down. "They look expensive. Louboutin?"
I nodded.
"Mind if I borrow them?"
I shook my head.
She smiled. "You sure are a nice girl, Miss. I like that. Hands behind your back, please."
My wrists were quickly bound. She pulled out another room before moving down to my feet.
"Have you tied up a lot of people before?" I tried, wanting to break the silence. "I mean--"
Perhaps it was an odd question for a hostage to ask a robber, but the woman looked up.
"You're not the first, if that's what you mean," she said. "But you're by far the prettiest."
I pulled my gaze away. She smiled and tightened the ropes with a quick tug.
A minute later, I found myself in an even more helpless state. My knees, arms and chest had been bound, ropes going over my shoulders and under my armpits to hinder any movement. My wrists and ankles had tied together with a rope going under the chair. Nothing would come undone no matter how hard I struggled, that was for sure. I would have to wait for the cops to come to my rescue.
"Are you done?" I asked, sighing.
"Are you in a hurry?" The woman replied and sat down on my lap.
"Aren't you? How am I supposed to open the safe, tied up like this?"
The woman laughed. "I don't need your help to open the safe. I know the code."
I looked at her, confused. "Then why did you bring me here?"
"For this."
She put her lips on mine and began kissing me. I tried to fight her, struggling, but the ropes would not let me. My body felt hot and weak to her touch. I gave in and kissed her back.
Her hand slipped into my panties and I began shifting my hips, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of her breathing. Just when I thought she was going to finish me, she pulled back.
My mouth as quickly covered in layers of duct tape. She kept wrapping it around my head and covered my eyes as well until she had used up the entire roll.
"Fuck. It's just as I thought. You look really adorable like this."
I groaned behind the tape, pleadingly, shaking my head wildly.
"No, no. No more of that. I'm a professional, you know?" she said. "Can't have you distract me."
I felt her guide the chair out of the room and into one of the smaller closets.
"You've been really cooperative so far, Miss," she started. "If all hostages were as lovely as yourself, maybe this business would actually have a future. Oh, and by the way..."
I heard her fumbling with a piece of paper.
"If you want your shoes back," she continued, slipping a note inside my bra. "Just give me a call."
She gave me a kiss on my forehead and shut the door.
First thing I did after the cops had untied me was to cancel my date. Needless to say, I had other plans.
Just had to write down a quick fantasy of mine.
It's a bit messy and not very fleshed out but hope you enjoy anyway, haha
