Anal Remembrance - part one

In the charged air of the bank, silence was a blanket of tension covering everyone, broken only by the authoritative shout of the hooded assailant:

-Nobody move! Everybody shut up, or this ends badly!

The threat was as cold as the steel of his gun, and the customers, employees and even the manager remained petrified, their breaths held. But the cry of Pancho, the humble janitor, cut the air like a knife.

-Why, dear God? -she sobbed, her eyes filling with tears as she hugged her broom as if it were her only defense. Why is this happening to me? I'm not hurting anyone....

The assailant turned toward him slowly, his boots echoing against the polished floor. His steps were methodical, almost theatrical. As he reached Pancho, he glared at him, his face partially visible under the shadow of the hood.

-You? -You don't look like a man, you look like a crybaby. You disgust me!

With a sudden movement, he raised the gun and pointed it directly at him. Pancho trembled, unable to hold back his tears.

-Now, take off your clothes. Come on! -commanded the assailant, his tone filled with a twisted mixture of sadism and humiliation. Let everyone see how pathetic you are.

The silence returned, but this time it was heavier, darker. Pancho hesitated, his breathing ragged as his hands trembled as he gripped the edge of his shirt. But before he could obey, a firm, defiant voice broke the tension.

-Leave him alone! -a woman shouted from the ground.

It was Natasha, one of the clients who had been **** to lie on the floor with the others. Her messy hair fell over her face, but her eyes burned with a mixture of courage and empathy, she was about 6'2" tall, her curvaceous figure boasted a stunning ass that left men gaping. Her generous bosom rivaled that of the Amazonian goddesses of antiquity, while her magnificent ass seemed tailor-made for pleasure. The sway of each buttock was hypnotic, as if designed to seduce and delight. Her large thighs only added to her allure, inviting all who looked upon her to enjoy the sinful pleasures she offered.

-Can't you see he's a helpless man? He's just cleaning up this place, he has nothing to do with you.

The assailant paused, his sharp gaze fixed on Natasha. For a moment, the entire bench seemed to hold its breath. Then, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

-Oh, look at that. A heroine from the movies. How does it feel to be the defender of the weak? -she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Well, since you like to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, now so do you. Take off your clothes!

Natasha swallowed saliva, her body tensing at the command. She looked around, seeking support in the eyes of others, but found only fear. Even Pancho was looking at her with a remorse filled with helplessness.

The assailant took a step toward her, his weapon now pointed directly at her.

-I told you to undress! -he shouted, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Natasha, hands trembling, began to slowly unbutton her blouse. But as she did so, something inside her ignited, a spark of defiance that could not be quenched even by fear.

Natasha could not stand still, not after the humiliation the assailant had inflicted on Pancho and his threat to strip her of her dignity as well. With a bravery born of desperation, she launched an accurate kick at the hooded man's abdomen. The impact echoed through the room, and the criminal fell backwards, his weapon clattering to the floor as he rolled to Pancho's trembling feet.

But Natasha's victory was short-lived. The assailant, his face twisted in rage, picked up his gun and, still on the floor, pointed it directly at the cleaning man's head.

-Wow," he shouted, his voice full of hate, "What's that one we have? Because of this bitch, now I'm going to kill all of you, starting with this pathetic old man!

Pancho let out a shriek, falling to his knees as tears ran down his cheeks.

-No, please don't!" she pleaded, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. I'm too young to die! I'm still a virgin... I want to get married! I want to have children with a good woman!

His words echoed in the silence of the bank, such an absurd confession in the midst of the chaos that the effect was immediate: laughter started, first shy, then overflowing on the faces of the other hostages. Even some men, unable to contain their nervousness, laughed openly, as if panic and desperation had found a crack to escape.

The assailant, surprised at first, soon joined in the laughter, but his was tinged with cruelty. His laughter reverberated as his gun remained firmly aimed at the trembling Pancho.

-Well, well, well! -What have we here? An old virgin? Don't tell me! Are you normal, or are you completely crazy? Mentally ill, perhaps?

He leaned closer, his gaze piercing Pancho, who seemed to have shrunk in on himself, as if he wanted to disappear.

-Now, all the more reason to take off your clothes!

The entire bench held its breath again, while Pancho, humiliated and terrified, began to timidly lift the buttons of his shirt. The gazes of those present, a mixture of disbelief and horror, were riveted on him. Natasha felt guilt and rage boil inside her. She had wanted to stop the humiliation and instead had pushed things into a darker abyss.

The tension was unbearable; was there a way out for them, or would Pancho, in his absolute vulnerability, become the spark of an even greater tragedy?

"They're all going to die anyway," he growled, "but for now, let's have some fun." He turned to Pancho, whose eyes were filled with tears. "Get naked, old man. Let everyone see what we've got here."

Pancho hesitated, mortified, but the thief's threats left him ****. As he reluctantly removed his clothes, a collective gasp echoed through the bench. It was as if everyone had forgotten their own situation in awe of Pancho's huge cock.

The penis was colossal, an aberration of nature that easily reached 23 centimeters in length. The veins, like snakes trapped beneath the skin, writhed around the grotesque flesh, pulsing with a life of their own that seemed alien to the body that held it. It was not a human cock; it was the cock of a monster, a creature plucked from the worst nightmares. Its stench was unbearable, a thick, nauseating aroma that filled the air like an invisible poison. And if the smell was not enough to repel you, that member emanated a scorching heat, as if a primal fire was burning inside, something that did not belong to this world.

The leader's gaze came out of his trance-like state and his face contorted into a crooked smile. He turned his face and looked at Natasha for a few seconds and issued a threatening command, "Now undress or you will all die." Natasha could not resist and, with a sense of inevitability, began to undress before the horrified eyes of the hostages. Her beautiful body was finally exposed and those who beheld her were transported to ecstasy by her breathtaking beauty. Her skin was like that of a goddess, flawless in its perfection. Every inch of her was a testament to her sensual womanhood, exuding power and charm from every pore. The offender Breathlessly, he stammered out his request, his brow glistening with sweat as his eyes moved quickly between the woman's exposed body. It was clear that his excitement or nervousness had taken over, prompting him to lick his lips with his tongue before uttering the words that would forever change Natasha's life, "Now I want you to suck this old man's cock." His voice cracked with urgency as he gave the command, leaving no doubt as to what he desired.

Pancho gazed at Natasha's naked form, his primal urges overwhelming any semblance of virtue. His instincts urged him toward her, but instead of claiming her as his own, he felt an intense need to protect her from harm. "Please don't hurt her," he whispered, his voice laced with a sense of desperation and urgency. As Pancho's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh like claws, he inadvertently lifted her buttocks high, exposing her anus and vagina to all eyes present. Natasha felt a surge of fear as she realized what was about to happen.

One of the criminals snarled at Pancho: "Enough, you old idiot! Let things take their course and don't interfere. You're only going to make things worse." He turned to Natasha and barked, "Now, get on your knees and suck this old creep's dick!". With that, he **** her to bend over in front of Pancho's member.

Natasha flatly refused to touch that monstrous phallus, as if a primitive instinct alerted her to an imminent danger. Her rejection was immediate, almost visceral, as if the very idea of touching it could contaminate her very existence. Her eyes, wild with a mixture of horror and fascination, could not turn away from that abomination. In front of her, the old man looked at her with bewilderment, as if his grotesque presence was an exhibition destined to leave humans speechless. Natasha, caught between disgust and admiration, could not believe that such a penis existed outside of her most fevered nightmares. Natasha refused, shaking her head, but the thief remained unperturbed. Do as I say or I'll kill everyone, including this old man.

Pancho, with tears streaming down his face, felt a sense of dread come over him as he realized that his virginity was about to be forcibly taken from him. But before Natasha could comply with the order, Pancho whispered a **** plea: -I don't want to lose my virginity that way.

The room fell silent, the only sound was Pancho's soft sobs. The men around him burst out laughing at the absurdity of their situation. At that moment, it became clear that their lives were in the hands of this monstrous man.

As Natasha hesitated, her eyes lingered on Pancho's for a moment before finally giving in to the thief's demands. Against her will, Natasha agreed. The smell was abominable, a stench of something rotten that tangled in her nose and twisted her stomach. But the need to survive, that primal instinct we all share, was stronger. As he brought the glans to his lips, the texture chilled his blood: a sticky, slimy feel, as if that hard mass of flesh would be formed by something unnatural, something almost bestial. A shudder ran through her body, terror on a par with excitement. He wanted to vomit, but his will to go on was more powerful than his revulsion. Slowly, with a mixture of disgust and fascination, he began to insert that rod into his mouth. Without realizing it, her pace quickened, as if she didn't want the other men to see her falter. The eyes of everyone present were riveted on her, admiring her bravery or, perhaps, her weakness. Natasha, as if hypnotized, began to savor the cock as if it were the ultimate delicacy in the entire universe. She made uncontrollable noises, sounds that could only be described as the sound of a human being sucking the last phallus from a distant planet. the sounds of her pleasure mingled with Pancho's anguished gasps.

In the end, it was a surreal scene, one that would haunt everyone present long after they escaped this nightmarish situation. But for now, they were trapped, bound by fear, humiliation and the cruel whims of their torturers.

The leader of the thieves seemed to be savoring every moment of this twisted scene, his eyes glittering with a mixture of sadism and excitement.

"You're really getting a taste of life, old man," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he watched Pancho's face contort in ecstasy.

Suddenly, Pancho's eyes rolled back in his head, announcing his impending climax. He let out a groan like a tormented soul as his penis began spewing torrents of semen into Natasha's mouth. The volume was overwhelming, forcing her to withdraw from the act and gasp for air. She coughed and spluttered, struggling to expel the excess semen from her throat. The amount was so copious that she felt she might suffocate under its weight.

With a cruel glint in his eyes, the thief now demanded something even more depraved. "Now it's time for you to claim your prize," he growled, his hand gripping Natasha's hair as he **** his head to bow further and with the other he pointed to Natasha's head. "Take it anally, right through that beautiful anus."

Fear gripped her, and with her voice breaking with despair, she pleaded:

"No, please! I don't want you to stick that monster penis in me...it would hurt me, I beg you!"

Her heart was beating wildly, and her words came out in a rush, as if her life depended on that plea. The thought of being penetrated by such a thing chilled her blood, and although the cleaning man seemed to hesitate, the pressure of the offender remained unbearable.

Then, with a disturbing calmness, the offender gave the order, and pancho, with his eyes fixed on Natasha, began to slowly approach. His monstrous cock, a throbbing aberration, began to brush against the young woman's velvety skin, sliding down her body with an unsettling softness. It slipped between her buttocks, touching her with that rough, strange texture, like a snake seeking shelter. The tip of his glans hovered over the entrance to her anus, as if he were kissing her intimately. Natasha stood mute, paralyzed with terror, as if her voice had been caught in an invisible knot. Horror enveloped her, but deep inside her, something began to break loose from her: the realization that there was no escape, no turning back. Her mind screamed, but her body, despite its revulsion, could not move. It was then that she resigned herself, her soul broken by fear and helplessness, and accepted the horrible reality: she had to be penetrated by that mass of throbbing flesh, that strange organ that seemed to pulsate with a life of its own.

The other men in the bank, including the criminals, watched eagerly as Pancho struggled to penetrate Natasha from behind.

The air was thick with anticipation and the tension was palpable as the scene unfolded. Pancho's cock moved back and forth, and each thrust was matched by a pleading "ohhh" from Natasha. The tension increased as she resisted penetration, her body tightening around Pancho's glans. But on the fourth attempt, her anal sphincter finally gave way, allowing him to slide inside effortlessly. With one hard thrust, the entire length of his cock disappeared into her rectum, and Natasha let out a cry of defeat, "Noooooo!" The sound echoed through the room as she felt herself completely taken by Pancho's invading member.

The room erupted in cheers and applause from the offenders, their faces distorted with cruel delight.

With Pancho still embedded deep inside her body he began pumping his cock into Natasha's rectum, his testicles slapping against her buttocks with each powerful thrust. The sounds of their passion filled the air as Pancho's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Natasha in intense pain and with tears in her eyes whispered hoarsely in his ear, "It's burning, it's burning my anus, your cock is so big..... you're splitting me in two ohhh, take it out please." Her words were accented by the rhythmic slapping of Pancho's testicles against her buttocks as he continued to ram deep inside her rectum. Natasha's soft whispers turned into low moans of pleasure, her body slowly surrendering to the heat of Pancho's cock. Unbeknownst to her, his arousal made her mouth water with anticipation, and with each moan, she only urged him to continue, begging for more depth and intensity. The pressure increased until she finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, letting out a loud cry as her body convulsed in orgasmic release.

As Pancho's climax approached, the offenders removed their clothes, exposing themselves as they masturbated furiously. The air was thick with the smell of arousal and sweat as they joined Pancho's fervor. Natasha felt her anus overflowing with semen, and her body drenched in sweat.

The robbers began to ejaculate, covering Natasha's naked body with a thick layer of semen. Pancho, still writhing with pleasure, came a second time, filling the woman's rectum with his thick, hot sperm.

When his enthusiasm finally began to wane, the crime leader raised his hand, signaling the end of activities. "Time to go," he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The police could be here any minute."

That said, they quickly gathered up the clients' belongings and walked off into the night, leaving Natasha lying on the floor, covered in a sticky, cum-soaked mess.

Pancho sat alone in a corner of the bench, tears streaming down his face as he whispered a halting prayer, "I have lost my virginity, now I am a sinner." The words hung in the air like an accusation, a testimony to the horrors that had occurred under their watchful eyes.

And so it was that Pancho, once an innocent and chaste soul, emerged from this twisted scenario forever changed. His story would serve as a warning about the darkness that lurked in the shadows, waiting to consume those who dared to enter its domain.

Meanwhile, Natasha lay on the cold bench floor, her body drenched in seminal fluid. Her naked body glistened, as if she had been bathed in a golden fluid that seemed to cling to every inch of her skin. The air around her was charged with the smell of sex, and the sound of her panting filled his ears. Sticky streams of semen poured from her rectum, pooling on the floor like molten lava.

As the days passed, Natasha struggled to come to terms with her ordeal. She became withdrawn and isolated, unable to shake off the memory of Pancho's cock and the hot semen she felt in her rectum, and of the other offenders who ejaculated on her skin feeling stained and dirty. Her relationships began to suffer and, finally, she found herself alone and adrift in a world that seemed determined to forget her.

Pancho was also left reeling from his experiences. He continued to work at the bank, tormented by the constant reminder of his humiliation. And every time he remembered Natasha, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for what had happened.

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As the police investigation drew to a close, Natasha began attending therapy sessions and slowly began to rebuild her life. Pancho also found comfort in discussing his experiences with a counselor.

Although they never spoke of that fateful day again, they both knew that their lives had been forever changed by the events that had transpired. And as they went their separate ways, they couldn't help but wonder how things would have turned out if they had taken a different path.