Natalie is Put into Service.

As she came to stand beside Lyra, who was trembling with fear, Natalie reached out to the minds of the three robbers. They were about what she had expected, hopped up on emotions, adrenaline, full of greed and desire. Their minds were focused like lasers on the money that they could get from this, though Natalie privately knew that it wasn't really that much. The shop's tile was emptied regularly, and they hadn't had a lot of customers lately. But that didn't matter to them. She could feel the pulsing want inside each of them like a living thing. They were focused, focused on the money, on what they wanted, on what they would get out of it.

It wasn't very hard for Natalie to change their objectives a little bit. They already were brimming full of want, greed, desire. All that she needed to do was to shift the target a little. Now, they still wanted money, but something else too had occurred to them.

"Hey, John, these two girls are pretty cute, don't ya think?" One of the guys said. He the tall and lanky one, He had a moustache that he thought made him look bold and dashing. It didn't.

"I mean..." Said the other guy, "I guess you're right, but what are you thinking? Seriously? That? Really, Frank?" John was not taller than Frank, but he was wider. Not fat, but muscular, this was a man who took care of himself, and he looked powerful, and pretty confident.

"You two are absolute idiots." Spat the woman, who was red-haired and green eyed. She had a slender figure, but she was also the one holding the gun, and the one most focused on their prize. "You really want to do this here and now? Cops could be here any minute."

"They're not coming." Said John, though largely because Natalie had silently put that belief into him. "But we could close the shutters if you want, pretend no one's in."

"Sounds good to me." Frank said, eyeing up Natalie and Lyra with a glint in his eye that made Natalie's blood run cold. She swallowed, trying to moisten her throat, her heart was pounding so fast in her ears. Beside her, she could hear Lyra whispering to herself.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Don't worry." Natalie said out of the corner of her mouth. "They're not going to do anything to you. I-I'll see to it."

With the gun drawn on him, Jake was told to press the button that would lower the store's shutters. Helplessly, he looked to each of his co-workers in turn, Natalie could see him balling his fists, fight or flight clashed in his mind. She turned to him and whispered.

"Look, just do it, okay? The cops are coming, so we just have to buy time. Close the shutters, and we'll try to keep them distracted."

"B-but Natalie," he said, a tint of red on his face, "You heard what they're planning to do to you and Lyra!"

"I'll deal with it!" Natalie said, "But if you try to fight, you're just going to get shot. Do what they say for now, Jake."

With ****, Jake reluctantly complied.There was a rattling scratching as the metal shutters rolled down to cover the windows and the doorway of the shop, shrouding the interior in darkness. As has been mentioned, the shop was quite elect, and as a result, the shutters were rather strong and thick. They were like rolls of metal, slowly sliding down the windows to block out the outside world. After they had finally clashed against the ground, and locked into place, there was a palpable sense of helplessness and barely controlled fear.

"All right, boy. Back behind the desk." Jean said to Jake, gesturing with the gun. With a **** look towards the others, he did so. Natalie heard him moving behind her, the desk between herself, Lyre and Jake. It didn't really surprise her that the two girls were being left in front of it.

Showtime, Natalie thought to herself. She gathered her power, and took a step forwards. Instantly, the gun was on her, as well as the centre of attention. She took a deep breath, trying not to look behind her as she said.

"P-please, you can have the money if you want, but leave us alone. We didn't do anything to you."

She could have said more, but that wouldn't have been fun. She wanted it to be deeper than that, she could feel the eyes of her co-workers on her, making the back of her neck tingle, and she wanted them to think that she'd been **** into a certain position. It made it all so much more humiliating.

"We will take the money." Frank declared. "But now we've seen the two of you, we want more. Do you get it? You and that blond over there, you're pretty cute. I figure you'd look even cuter without clothes on."

"Bastard." Jake muttered, and Natalie heard Lyra gasp.

"In that case..." She said, "I-if you'll exclude Lyra, I'll let you do what you want with me."

Silence spread out as soon as she had said it. Natalie didn't turn back, didn't want to see the expressions on her co-workers faces. Surely, they were gobsmacked, trying to process what she had said. Disbelief and horror would surely be filling them up right now.

"Natalie..." Lyra hissed from behind her, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Saving you." Natalie responded. "If I can't save us both, I can at least save you."

It made her feel a little bit guilty to play the hero like this when she could have ended the whole thing there and then, but only a little. The idea of being degraded by these robbers filled her with excitement, and going from hero to whore in the eyes of her friends made her body tingle in ways that were difficult to ignore.

"Why should we accept?" Asked Frank, his eyes were gleaming with anticipation now, and she could see he was breathing heavily. "We have a gun. We could have you both."

Natalie swallowed heavily. "Y-you could..." She said, "But wouldn't us resisting make it less fun for you? I...I mean...wouldn't you rather have a woman who was willing to do what you said?"

"Tying you up and all would be a pain..." John admitted. "I say we take the deal, Frank. Jean."

"Fuck it, I'm in. But only if she promises to make it as enjoyable as though we had two girls. Otherwise, we're pulling in the blond."

Jean for her part said nothing. Natalie wondered if she was even into girls. But she seemed willing to let the two guys have their fun, and that was all she needed.

Frank and John went into a huddle for a few seconds, though Natalie knew what they were talking about, and knew that they would accept. She'd already made sure of it. She had been truthful when she had said that she didn't intent Lyra to become involved.

"Fine." Said John turning back to her. "So long as you agree to do whatever we want, we'll not touch the other girl. But, if you ever disobey us even once, or fail to make us feel pleasure, then as punishment, we're going to drag her into things. Understand?"

"I...I agree."

"Good. Then drop to your knees and get over here, girl. What's your name?

"I...I'm Natalie..."

"From now on, Natalie, the two of us are your masters, do you understand? If you don't call us that, even once, it counts as an automatic failure for your friend there."

Natalie nodded, she could feel tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, and her face burned with shame as she folded her legs, bringing herself to the ground, and crawling on her hands and knees like a dog towards the two men. She could feel Jake and Lyra's horrified gaze as she did this, and it felt as hot as the sun, and as focused as a laser, burning into the back of her skull. was she really going to do this? Right in front of them? Did she have a choice?

She moved, crawling across the ground. Her nerves were taut with anticipation, adrenaline boiled in her veins, the tips of her nipples pressed against the inside of her bra,, engorged by her rising arousal. By the time she had moved over to the guys, both John and Frank had unzipped their flies, both of them were already semi-hard at the thought of using her body.

"Let's start with the basics." Said John. "Why don't you show us how thankful you are that we spared your friend?"

"Y-yes...master." She said, hating the word even as it escaped her lips. The horrified gaze of her friends followed her as Natalie reached up, closing a hand about each of the cocks. As soon as she touched them, she felt them starting to grow, the contact spreading through them, just as it spread arousal through her. They felt hard to the touch, growing now that she was directly servicing them. At the same time, both of the guys seemed to enjoy it, and Natalie began to move her hands back and forth, pleasuring them with her fingers as her legs curled up under her. their cocks were warm, and hard as her fingers worked over them. Both Frank and John started to make low grunts as she guided her hands back and forth, moving slowly at first, but then faster as she caught the rhythm.

In the back of her mind, the thought was impossible to ignore. She was giving two guys hand jobs right in front of her friends! They'd never seen this side of her before. Reluctantly, but drawn by some ****, she looked back towards the desk. Jake looked shocked, his face pale, but a bulge in his pants revealing that at least part of him wished he was there too. Meanwhile, Lyra had her hands to her mouth in silent horror, but seemed unable to tear her eyes away.

Both of the male robbers were now approaching climax, she could hear them grunting as she slid her hands back and forth. Suddenly, one of them reached down, and grabbed her shoulders, forcing Natalie to her feet again, and pressing her against the wall. It felt hard and cold against her back, but she kept working on the guy's cocks, hoping that they would cum soon. One of them, Frank, started to clumsily grope her chest, his fingers pressing through h her blouse and bra to grasp her breasts. Natalie gasped, the contact sending a shock through her nerves, even if it was muted by the presence of her cloths.

John groaned, his hands working under her dress, feeling up her black tights, gently following the curve of her legs higher and higher. Natalie felt his fingers playing against her skin, each touch and stroke stoking the furnace inside of her. A moment later, he found her panties, pressing his fingers against the layer of black material that shielded them from the outside world. The pressure made her hiss in the back of her throat, feeling overwhelmed as the two toyed with and teased her body, even though she was still wearing her uniform.

Natalie shifted, feeling Frank's fingers slipping below the neck line of her blouse, his warm hand was pressed against her skin, is fingers scribbling at the edge of her bra. A moment later, he was touching her directly, his fingernails dug into her breasts, not quite painful, but hard to ignore. He pressed and mashed clumsily, but the roughness only made it all the harder for Natalie to resist, she threw back her head, her body filling with desire, and her legs shaking with excitement and humiliation.

Suddenly, Natalie was **** onto her knees again, this time, Frank's cock was jammed into her face, and she realised quickly what was expected of her. Trying not to look back at Lyra or Jake, she opened her mouth, and started to suck on it, drawing it inside of her, and playing her tongue over the head. It was already wet, leaking in anticipation of a climax. Frank moaned more loudly, and she felt his hands on either side of her head, forcing her back and forth.

At the same time, John's hand smacked her behind, making her jump.

"Don't forget about me, Natalie!" He laughed, "You're supposed to make us both cum, not just Frank!"

Flushing with shame, knowing her friends were watching her degradation, Natalie took John's cock in her hands again, servicing it with her fingers, even as Frank fucked her mouth. As she worked back on forth on them both, Natalie felt tingling in her lower regions, and a wetness between her legs. Suddenly, John came, squirting his cum all over her uniform, she jerked in shock, which only served to make Frank cum as well, and she felt his climax fill her mouth, it tasted terrible, and she nearly wretched, but one look at Frank's face told her that she wasn't going to be able to spit it out. Natalie steeled herself, and swallowed, gulping it down even as it made her shudder.

Then, she fell back, gasping for air. Both of the guys looked satisfied with her performance, or at least, they didn't instantly demand that Lyra step forwards.