It was some minutes before lunch time when my wife Christina and I entered the small bank somewhere in a middle sized town in the US. My wife and I, we had rented a car and were on a round trip in the US to make some tourism and to visit some friends we had met during our work as Christian missionaries. We were short of cash money and stopped at the bank to change some Euro into US-Dollars. There were only the two female tellers and on other middle aged couple in the bank who had entered the bank a few time after us. And then suddenly, we heard sharp, menacing voices behind us:
"Hands up. No move, no cries! Got it! Hands up, I say!
We were all completely appalled. The two female teller raised up their hands immediately, trembling with fear. We and the other couple turned around, facing the three bank robbers who had entered the bank. My wife nestled to me in search of protection and we raised up our hands:
"Okay sissies, down to the floor, all four of you. What are you waiting for. Do it! Now!
We'll give you a nice tie up, haha!
"You teller, you'll lock up the front door. It's lunch time, isn't it, hahaha!
"And you, coozie, you'll put all the cash into the bag. What are you waiting for? Do it!
It seemed that the three robbers were well prepared. I was the first to be tied up and gagged. A purple coloured piece of rag was stuffed into my mouth and knotted up tightly behind my neck. It had been prepared with a kind of bolt in the middle so that it made a perfect gag. Then my wrists were tightly ziptied and I moaned into my gag.
"UMMMP"
"Calm down, sissy, be a man once in your lifetime, hahaha.. Your wife will join you soon. Come on safary lady, it's your turn now."
My wife had sat down on the floor, next to me, still with her hands up to show her complete surrender and submission.
"Listen, we...we'll do what ever you tell us to do. Just do us any harm, please.
Next to us, the men, who was in his fourties, tried to calm down his trembling female companion, who was around sexty years old, but still in very good shape.
"Oh Ed, for heavens sake. What are they going to do with us. Why do they tie us up?"
"Calm down, Ginger. Let's just stand it. They only want the money. For sure they will split soon."
A few time later all four us were sitting on the floor below the counter, tightly gagged and even more tightly ziptied on wrists and ankles. The three robbers had forced the two female tellers to go down with them to the strongroom. Some twenty minutes later the three robbers reappeared, without the tellers who apparantly had been left bound and gagged behind in the strongroom. Apparently the criminals had especially waited for lunch time to do the robbery as the bank was closing for one hour during lunch time. So the robbers could do the robbery in all ease and they would have enough time for their getaway. The three robbers were to leave the bank through a back door and we were relieved and thought that we would had to stand our bondage distress for maybe one more hour or so, and then we would be found and released by the police, alerted by afternoon customers who weren't able to enter into the bank. But suddenly the three robbers were back, talking Billingsgate. They told us that outside were the police and that we were to be shot in case the authorities would not fulfill exactly their demand. We were completely appalled, but for my wife and me, it was not the first time we were taken hostages and bound and gagged, we had been homeinvaded several times in Germany and in Brazil and we had been assaulted, tied up and robbed also several times during touristic exursions all over the world. So we did the only thing a completely helpless and powerless women or men can do, we prayed and trusted in the Lord, being convinced that God had still plans for us to do and so would help us one more time to overcome alive and unharmed out off a tough bondage ordeal. We prayed the Rosary of the Divine Mercy and tried to pray for or captors and for the police negociators, so that they would consider our life more important than the money the bank could possibly loss. With the time we became calmer and more confident and my wife, even bound and gagged, tried her best to confort and to cheer up, Ginger, who was sitting next to her, trembling with fear on her whole body.
We were sitting there on the floor for more than seven hours, the robbers were doing the negotiations with Ginger's mobile phone they had taken from her purse and they made two times a picture of us four all bound and gagged and moaning desperately for mercy to show that we were still alive and unharmed. The two tellers during all the time seemed to remain downstairs in the strongroom and we could only hope and pray that they were unharmed, too.
Then, we think, not least thanks to our ardent prayers, it seemed that finally the robbers got all the had demanded for and we were told that all four of us would be taken as hostages to secure the robber's getaway.
Then our captors took preparations for our getaway. The cut our ankle zip-ties, we had do stand up and than we were leashed all together with a piece of rope, looped around our necks so that we formed a kind of hostage coffle which our captors used as a human shield against possible police snikers. They left the bank with us and all four of us were trembling on our whole body fearing for our lifes.
We were haled towards the van the robbers had asked as get-away vehicle. Thanks God the police snipers did not shoot so that we reached the van safe and unharmed.
Two of the robbers went in front on the driver's and co-driver's seat while the third one entered with us four hostages on the load floor. Our ankles were ziptied again and it was obvious that there would be no possibility for the police to free us while we were permanently at gun point. Our captor still had Ginger's mobile to communicate with the police and he took a short video clip of us forcing us to moan and whimper into the camera and make a good hostage show to convince the cops to try nothing. He told the cops that he never in his life had had such obedient and submissive hostages and that it would be really a pity if something would happen to us, so they should better not try to follow the van, if his two pals would see a single police car following them the first of us would be shot. We knew that our hostage ordeal was not yet over. We were driven for more then four hours through the night and our captor came over to us and startet fondling and frisking us, taking from our shirt and trouser pockets our mobiles, purses, and passports, He had already taken the purses of the two women and he called us with our names and told us that we should better tell not too much to the police, otherwise it could happen that he or some good pals of him would come to see us an other time. Then, finally, after more or less five hours the van stopped...
Our ankle zip-ties were cut off, our captor took a large coil of rope from the loading floor and we were forced to leave the van. We found ourselves in a remote wooded area. Thanks Got it was a warm summer night, so we weren't cold in our thin summer blouses.
"Okay, move sissies. You've really been very cooperative, haha. That's deserves a reward, isn't it. Time for a final tie up, haha. I've asked the cops to put a nice piece of rope into the van and promised them that they'll find you unharmed but nicely trussed up. So let's go..."
Still leashed in a coffle, we were pushed forward deeper into the wood. Then we were told to stand all four close together against a tree and the entire coil of rope was wounded several time around our legs, chest and belly.
"That's it, coozies, you've really been of great help, haha. Maybe see you an other time, one never knows. Guess somebody will find you in due
time. Take care!"
Our captor split to join his two pals in the van and we finally had the feeling that our hostage ordeal was over. But it actually took until the next morning before we finally were found and released by a female forest guide.
We made our testimony at the police station and learned that the guys yet had'nt been arrested. The police asked to my wife and me to stay some two days more in town for possible later queries. We were to go to a hotel, but Ginger offered us to stay some days in her house, she would feel better to spend some more time with us and to try to cope together our hostage ordeal. My wife and I we gladly accepted Ginger's proposal and we never would have expected that all four of us sooner than ever thought should have to stand an other thrilling bondage distress...
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