Holly's Home Invasion
Part 6
'I'd stay put if I was you,' Slim growled at the terrified girl, 'unless you
want a bullet through your neck while you watch that woman in there getting her
throat cut.' Belinda stared at him, her eyes wide with panic and terror above
her assailant's brutally restraining grip on her jaws.
'So how about it?' Slim grated, 'you gonna behave yourself?' The hand-gagged
girl nodded fearfully.
'Good choice, sweetheart,' Slim muttered, 'now get your fucking ass inside the
house. Move it. On the double.' Still hand-gagged and with the rapist's gun
jammed against her neck, Belinda was hustled and manhandled into the living
room. Once inside she stood trembling with shock, petrified by the grim sight of
the bleeding body on the floor and the humiliating spectacle of Beth and me
lying on our bellies in panties and gag straps with our hands and feet roped up
tightly behind our backs. Belinda was dressed to go out, wore a brief red
minidress ruffled at the hem that showcased her long shapely legs and clung
provocatively to her slender body. A pair of red stiletto heeled shoes completed
the outfit. I knew Belinda loved showing off her body, even at work. There
wasn't a boy or girl or teacher at school who hadn't had at one time or another
caught ample glimpses of her lingerie under the scandalously brief skirts and
tight transparent blouses she liked to wear. It was a standing joke among the
staff. The principal had even taken it up with her, mentioning dress codes and
so on, all to no avail. The girl cringed as Slim shoved her up against the wall.
'Hands on top of your head,' he ordered, 'clasp your fingers together.'
Belinda raised her arms and clasped her hands nervously on her head. The
movement hiked up her brief minidress and exposed her lingerie, a short white
silk slip and matching pair of panties lined with floral patterns of lace trim
at the hem. Slim moved in behind her, kicked her legs apart to the rear and
pushed her body forward to force her to lean on her forehead against the wall. I
had been placed the same way before being bound and I knew how effective it was,
understood why the police used it to subdue suspects. Placed in that position
and denied the use of one's hands one was effectively helpless, pinned to the
wall by one's own body weight pressing down on the forehead. It wasn't pleasant.
I remembered the strain in my thighs when I'd stood pinned against the wall
waiting for Jerry to tie my hands. I could see Red gazing at Belinda's lingerie.
'Nice catch,' he commented, 'good tits. Cute pair of legs too. I like her
underwear.You can leave her slip on along with the panties when you strip her.'
He got up and moved to the sofa, picked up a couple of lengths of white cotton
rope and two strips of linen gagging cloth, tossed them to Slim. 'Tie her up',
he told him. Belinda started crying.
'Please,' she sobbed, 'you don't have to do that. I'll do whatever you say.'
'You bet you will,' Slim grunted as he wrenched her arms down behind her back.
He crossed her wrists and slipped a noosed and doubled coil of rope around them.
Belinda winced as it was drawn tight, her hands twitching and fidgeting under
the noose.
'Why do I have to be tied?' she cried out, 'please, I've told you I'll do
everything you want.' Tears were streaming down her face.
Slim ignored her. With swift practiced movements, he wrapped several turns of
rope around the captive's girl's wrists then threaded a few quick turns in
between, tugging savagely at the rope to cinch the bindings and weld them
tightly and firmly to the raw flesh.
'You're hurting me,' Belinda sobbed as the ropes bit painfully into her wrists.
I felt desperately sorry for her. These thugs were hideously efficient at their
trade. I was bitterly aware of how tightly and painfully my own hands had been
tied. And Beth's too. And Belinda's ordeal was only just beginning.
'Shut the fuck up,' her captor snapped as he knotted off her bonds with a quick
hard tug, 'it's gotta hurt. Get used to it. Open up for the gag.' He balled one
of the strips of cloth into a wad, held it in front of her mouth.
'Please,' she begged tearfully, 'not that. Please, I promise I'll be quiet. I
really will.' I watched as the now helpless girl tested her bindings, twisting
her wrists futilely against the harsh and cutting ropes.
'I said open up, cunt. You're gonna get gagged. We can do this the easy way or
the hard way, it's your call.'
'Oh God,' Belinda whimpered. She opened her mouth. A wadded strip of the linen
cloth was quickly thrust between her gaping jaws and strapped firmly in place
with a second strip cleaved between the teeth. 'Mmpph,' she grunted as the gag
was pulled tight and knotted securely at the back of her neck.
'Comfy?' Slim sneered as bent to Belinda's ankles and swiftly fastened a one
foot length of rope between them to hobble her. With his captive helplessly
gagged and bound Slim straightened up, drew his knife and cut through her short
red minidress at the seam. It fell to the floor as she was swiftly and expertly
stripped. Two quick cuts severed the shoulder straps of her lacy white bra. They
hung uselessly as a third cut ripped noisily through the fabric of the
undergarment at her back. The bra fell away, baring her breasts and leaving the
captive girl sobbing and quivering in her white silk panties and slip.
'OK, she's prepped. Looks a helluva lot better already,' the rapist muttered as
he picked up the shredded garments and threw them on a chair, 'fucking damn
shame we gotta get outta here. No time to fuck her. Can't even do the ass and
cunt shots. You want me to run a quick T&L on her?'
'You bet,' Red nodded, 'if she pans out, we can fuck her when we get her to the
cabin.'
T&L. I wondered dimly what it meant. Whatever it was it couldn't be pleasant. I
watched Slim run his hands up Belinda's thighs, hike her slip up around her
waist and lower her panties to mid thigh to expose her. The lacy white fabric
lay obscenely stretched between her spread thighs. Belinda sobbed as the rapist
thrust two fingers between her bared vaginal lips and a third finger into her
ass. The twinned penetrations were visibly painful. The captive girl screamed
into her gag as her violated openings were swiftly reamed and tested. I gazed at
the defilement, horribly transfixed by the sight of a woman being stripped of
her dignity. Helplessly pinned to the wall and denied the use of her hands,
ruthlessly gagged and stripped, her lingerie humiliatingly handled and pushed
aside, her most intimate parts swiftly penetrated and reamed to determine if she
was suitable for enslavement, the freshly captured woman had been degraded and
debased to the level of a slave in a matter of a few brief minutes. I wasn't all
that fond of Belinda, had always seen her as a bit of a slut, had worried about
her relationship with Beth. But no one deserved to be thrust into this hell, I
thought grimly..
'Holes are good,' the rapist commented with satisfaction as he wiped his hand
off on the bound girl's panties, pulled the skimpy garment back up over her hips
and straightened out her slip, 'the asshole snugs up nicely and the cunt's good
and tight with lots of lubrication. Her fuckhole was already wet before I even
got inside. Didn't even have to work the fucking clit. Can you believe that?' So
T&L stood for tightness and lubrication. I supposed these psychopaths thought
that was funny. But above all, I was appalled to learn that Belinda had already
lubricated without even being forcibly masturbated. I could hear her sobbing
against the wall.
'Bitch probably gets it on by getting tied up,' Red muttered, 'lemme check her
myself,' He approached the bound captive and shoved his hand between her legs.
'Beautiful,' he commented as he felt her up, 'very very nice. She's creamed her
panties. Haven't seen that in a helluva long time.' I watched as he pushed
Belinda's silk panties aside and inserted his fingers inside her vagina.
'Wow!' he exclaimed, 'this is one sopping wet fuckhole! What's up, sweetheart?
Like getting tied and gagged? Enjoying it? You're gonna get a helluva lot more
of it where you're going, trust me on that.' As I watched dumbfounded, the bound
girl ground her hips and rubbed her violated vagina vigorously back and forth
against her assailant's hand. A moment later, a muffled groan of pleasure
escaped from behind her gag as she spasmed violently. A loathsome stream of hot
liquid jetted out of her pussy and formed a puddle on the tiled floor.
'Fuck,' Red exclaimed as he jerked his hand out from between her legs, 'the
bitch fucking came all over me. Can't fucking believe it.' He raised his hand to
his face, pulled his mask up to bare his nostrils and sniffed at the liquid.
'Sure it ain't just pee?' Slim asked.
'Pee my ass,' Red snorted, 'you gotta be kidding. This is Grade A vitamin D
enriched cunt juice, freshly squeezed. Smells nice and raunchy too. You fucking
bagged us a bondage slut here, Slim. Good work. Outstanding. You know what these
sell for? Over 100 K. They practically don't need any training, just a couple
days work to break 'em in and they're ready to go.'
I suddenly remembered a brief conversation I'd had with Beth about two months
before. I’d been visiting with her, making her bed, something she rarely took
time to do. As I bent down I noticed a pair of shiny steel handcuffs lying on
the floor, half concealed by the bedspread. I had picked them up. 'What are
these for,' I'd asked her. Beth had reddened visibly, mumbled that they were for
sex. ‘Sex?’ I said to her, ‘are you kidding me? Are you into that?’ 'Mom,’ she
protested, ‘everybody’s kinky one way or another. OK, so I like getting
handcuffed for sex, big deal. You ought to see what Belinda's into. Real heavy
stuff, hard bondage like you wouldn’t believe.’ I had shrugged and dropped the
subject, but it had left me with an unpleasant feeling. I couldn't understand a
woman being aroused by bondage, even consensual bondage. And, in Belinda's case,
the bondage had been forcibly applied. She hadn't acted as though she enjoyed
it. She had feared being bound, had resisted it like any normal woman would, had
even wept as the bonds were painfully applied to her flesh. And yet she had
lubricated, almost in spite of herself, had even brought herself to orgasm. It
was beyond me, too sick and perverted for words. I had been right to worry about
her friendship with Beth, I thought to myself.
'So we're collecting her?' Slim asked.
'You fucking better believe it, buddy,' Red grunted, 'anyway fuck this shit. I'm
gonna give this horny bitch something to remember me by while we're hauling her
ass out to the cabin.' He tore Belinda from the wall and dragged her kicking and
screaming to the sofa, bent her over the arm rest at the waist and ground her
face into the pile of ropes that lay strewn over the cushions. Draped over the
sofa like a Raggedy Ann doll with her hands tied behind her back, the poor girl
was helplessly positioned for back entry rape, her legs hanging uselessly over
the armrest. The rapist flipped up her slip, pulled her panties down to her
knees and quickly applied a dab of lubricant to her defenseless butthole,
rubbing it vigorously into the lining with swift hard strokes of his fingers.
With his victim thoroughly lubricated, he slipped his huge thick shaft into her
glistening butthole and rammed it home. The swift ruthless impalement drew out a
scream of pain from the bound and gagged girl, the scream effectively and
thoroughly muffled by the gag and by the ropes and sofa cushions enveloping her
face. Belinda screamed repeatedly into her gagging cloths as the rapist pumped
her savagely, hammering his shaft into her ass with relentless and uncontrolled
fury until he spasmed. At the very moment of ejaculation he abruptly whipped his
erect and throbbing member out of his victim's ass and played it over her bared
buttocks and thighs. Loathsome jets of thick white semen spurted out and
splattered on her flesh. The rapist reserved his last few spurts for Belinda's
clean white lingerie leaving her hiked up slip and stretched panties thoroughly
and revoltingly impregnated with semen. His lust sated, he wiped his dripping
member off on her soiled underwear, got up and looked down at his prey. Belinda
lay prone on the sofa, her legs hanging limply over the armrest, her body
quivering with shock at the swiftness and brutality of her rape. She sobbed
brokenly into her gag.
'How'd that feel, honey?' he sneered, 'as good for you as it was for me? Wish
you could talk to me about it, tell me about the afterglow. Maybe you'll get a
chance to tell me about it later when we get that gag off you.' He tugged his
victim's sodden panties up around her waist, patted down her slip and turned to
Slim.
'Talk about user friendly,' he gushed, 'this has gotta be the butthole of the
year. Her ass fits like a glove, snugs up around your dick and squeezes out your
cum like a fucking juicer. Never seen anything like it. This bitch is cheap at
100 K. Betcha we can sell her for a helluva lot more.'
'You're kidding me,' Slim said.
'I kid you not. Anyhow, back to business. Get this horny bitch down on the floor
and hogtie her ass. And make damn sure you don't leave her with nerve damage on
her ankles or wrists. We got two fucking great of pieces of ass outta this job
so let's do this right. And hand me the cunt's handbag for her ID tag.'
