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This is one I wrote like 10 years ago. I always thought I was the only one who wrote stories like that. Kinda relieved to see I'm not totally alone here. Oh well, here goes.

Wendy had fallen fast asleep at her computer desk. She was not prepared for the sudden sound of Shawn's pickup truck beeping outside.

The sound rang in her ears, jarring her awake. How long had she slept? The computer clock said 1:25. Wendy got to her feet and ran as quickly as she could to the mirror to make sure she still looked at least somewhat presentable. With the quick swipe of a tissue, her face was okay. Her uniform shirt had come untucked on one side. She quickly tucked it back prim and proper into her skirt and straightened her bow tie, which after nearly 19 hours of gouging into her neck was starting to feel majorly uncomfortable. But she had no time to undo it. Thank goodness graduation was only a few months away.

Wendy crawled out her window and dropped to the ground outside, making a dash for Shawn's truck before he beeped again and possibly awakened her parents. She leaped with all her energy into the back, her mary janes clunking clumsily against the side of the truck. Steve helped her to a seated position in the back of the truck as Shawn raced away.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine, just a little groggy," Wendy replied.

"Why are you still in your uniform?" he asked.

The truth was that Wendy's parents politely demanded she not change until bedtime, but she didn't want Steve to know that.

"Never had time to change," she lied.

"I see. So you ready for this?" he asked.

"I guess so."

The three were on their way to a local superstore to rob it. Wendy did not know this, she thought it was just a nightly cruise with the gang. Being the new girl in town, Wendy had no friends. These were the first people she ever spoke to or interacted with. They were all she had. So she was going to enjoy this as much as she could.

"Man, I'd be dyin' if I was still wearin' those," Steve attempted to make conversation.


Steve pointed toward her mary janes with the one-inch heel, firmly strapped over her black socks and tights.

"Ohh yeah, well you get used to it," she giggled, unaware of the mound growing in Steve's pants. She tried wiggling her feet inside the shoes. The socks were sticky with her perspiration, as they typically were after about the 12-hour mark, never mind the 19.

The truck screeched to a stop behind the local supermarket.

"What's going on?" Wendy asked.

"Quiet, let's move," Steve instructed.

Wendy's stomach lurched as she reluctantly crawled out of the truck, not wanting to put weight on her feet, but doing so anyway. Her mary janes clomped against the ground all business-like. Steve struggled to keep his raging erection under control at the sound of her exhausted feet making those prim, delicate little steps.

Shawn pulled a lock pick out and began to go to work. Wendy thought she had some idea what was going on here.

"Look guys," she whispered loudly. "If this is what I think it is, I want no part in it."

"You agreed," Shawn said, not even looking at her, and sounding much like a lifeless drill sergeant.

Wendy swallowed hard as the lock gave way, and they crept inside. Shawn led the way. Steve took hold of Wendy's sweaty hand to lead her. It wasn't far to where they were going, the main office. Shawn produced a stethoscope of some kind and began to go to work on a large safe in the corner. Wendy didn't want to watch but did anyway as he proceeded to work out the combination. As the safe gave way, Wendy started to tremble. What had she just gotten herself into? Part of her just wanted to run away, screaming, but there was no way these two would let her get very far. Plus, she was exhausted as all get out.

Shawn pulled the safe door wide open, as he and Steve laughed in victory together. Wendy stood, still trembling, with her arms over her waist. Now she was sweating too, and she had no ventilation in this uniform.

Shawn and Steve both emerged from the office with equal amounts of money.

"Haha, and that's how it's done, maestro," Shawn victoriously stated, exchanging a high five with Steve. "Now it's your turn."

Wendy did not know how to react to the expectant looks from the two guys.

"What, you want me to..." she pointed toward the safe.

"You get a share too, baby, come on! Let's go before somebody shows up here!" Steve chortled.

Wendy swallowed again, her throat as dry as the Sahara. She took two steps toward the safe, both of them years apart, and stopped, hanging her head.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You came with us, you're one of us, you fulfill your place as one of us."

"Well I don't want to be one of you then," she said defiantly.

Shawn and Steve looked at each other, both exchanging a deep guttural chuckle.

"Look, just take me home... please?" Wendy tried.

"You are going to take your share, or we're going to take it for you."

"Go ahead! You can have it! Just let me..."

"No. When I say 'Take it for you', I mean 'Take it out of you.'"

That was the moment. Right there. That was when Wendy knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Her entire world was crumbling around her, and she wished for nothing more than to wake from this dreadful nightmare.

"So what's it going to be?" Shawn demanded.

"I can't. I won't. Okay? Please?" Wendy pleaded, almost getting to her knees. Tears were already filling her crystal blue eyes.

"Hold her," Shawn ordered.

Wendy fell to her knees, grimacing as she closed her eyes, allowing the tears to now cascade down her cheeks. This was it.

Steve roughly yanked Wendy up and onto her tired, sweaty feet again, holding her arms behind her back. Wendy wanted to scream, but she was hyperventilating uncontrollably at this point.

Shawn walked slowly up to the helpless Wendy, licking his lips.

"Look, Wendy. We're not stupid. If you're not with us, you're against us. And we can't risk you ratting us out, you hear me?"

Wendy nodded, still crying.

"So you go in there, and you take that money as a testament that you are one of us. That if we go down, you go down with us."

"I promise I won't tell!" Wendy pleaded in a voice so trembly she never knew she was capable of it.

"That's not enough. We need action. Not words."

Just pretend to steal it. Steal it and throw it out of the truck on the way home. Steal it and tell your parents what happened. Anything. There has to be something. But it's not your money. Oh God, what are these guys going to do?

"So come on with it? Are you with us? Yes, or no." Shawn scolded her.

"No," Wendy said through gritted teeth.

"Have it your way," Shawn said, reaching towards her neck..

Finally, she found the strength to do it. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She was stifled within seconds by Steve's hand. As she continued to protest through his hand, Shawn whispered "Shhhh" softly in her face. Then he whispered some more after she went silent...

"The louder you scream, the longer it will last."

Wendy unleashed a new deluge of fresh tears, trying to bend forward but Steve wouldn't let her. She was devastated and they hadn't even caused her any pain yet.

Shawn proceeded for a second time to reach towards her neck. Wendy squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth, not wanting to see what was coming. But it seemed nothing was happening. Suddenly, Wendy felt a refreshing draft of cooler air blow across her chest.

He was undoing the buttons on her school dress shirt. He hadn't undone the tie, but he was undoing the buttons. This was it, wasn't it. He really was going to do it. Oh God, please. Please, God.

When he got to the last button before the shirt went into Wendy's skirt, he slowly began to tug at her shirttail, releasing it slowly, inch by inch, taking in deep breaths of it as he pulled it out. The shirttail was slathered in today's unique array of wrinkles, as was typical, from having been so tightly compressed under Wendy's leather belt that went over her skirt. Finally, the entirety of her shirttail was free. Wendy sighed and tried to enjoy the relief as much as she could, but that tie was still digging into her neck, the belt was still gouging into her waist, and it was hard enough to breathe already because she was terribly nervous.

Now Wendy's bare stomach was exposed. It was a beautifully crafted, creamy landscape of a midsection, starting from her supple breasts and smoothly avalanching down to her gloriously silky abdomen. Shawn's feelings were now as apparent as Steve's were, but nothing could prepare Wendy for what was truly coming.

Shawn balled up his right hand into a fist. Wendy tried to cry out again before remembering what he had said. The louder she screamed, the longer it would last. Shawn slowly approached her with his fist and softly applied the surface of his fist to her bare abdomen. He applied a little pressure, but nothing that hurt. Just enough so that she could feel the reality of his knuckles on her unprotected skin.

"Do you feel that?" Shawn asked, almost as politely as a doctor would.

"Yes," Wendy replied obediently, her voice still shaking.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time, are you with us?"

Wendy thought for a minute. There had to be a way to play this off. But the moment she walked out that door, she would be a criminal. That door that was only six feet away that anybody could just walk right by any old time, oh please let somebody walk by, please. There has to be a way, there just has to...

"WELL!?" Shawn interrupted her thoughts. "If I don't get an answer from you in 10 seconds, I'm going to assume your answer is no."

Shawn began counting down, and the numbers just went by too quickly. Wendy simply cried and tried to tighten her abdominal muscles, figuring that's what he was going for now, but she had never been much of one to exercise. Her metabolism typically did all the work, which left her with very little to speak of in the muscle department. As he passed the count of four, then three, Wendy pulled together her resolve, not wanting him to be in control of everything including her answer, and she gave him her own answer.


February 23, 2022 6:32 PM