Holly's Home Invasion
Part 8
by Andromeda
The three of us lay painfully confined in our bindings and gags during the
transport. None of us even attempted to struggle. All too aware of the
intimidating choke cords bound around our necks, we lay submissively still for
the duration of the trip, our semen-damp lingerie clinging uncomfortably to our
buttocks and our tightly knotted ropes cutting painfully into our flesh. My
hands and feet were numb. The two slavers in the front were silent. Not a single
word was exchanged for what seemed like the better part of an hour, the
oppressive silence inside the van punctuated only by the muffled sounds of our
sobbing as one of us or sometimes two or three simultaneously would break into
tears and sob for a few minutes then subside. At length the bleak silence was
broken..
'I love that smell of freshly fucked cunt meat in the back,' Red remarked. He
turned and gazed at us, grinning widely. 'You ladies doing OK?' he sneered,
'enjoying the ride?'
Enjoying the ride. I was being hauled to my death, Belinda and my daughter to
slavery. The three of us lay on our bellies, freshly raped and brutally hogtied,
our wrists and ankles roped tightly and painfully behind our backs, our mouths
bound in gags and our necks confined in choke cords to prevent us from
struggling. A sudden burst of helpless anger and frustration welled up inside me
that they had done this to us. Who gave these men the authority to invade my
home, bind us and place us in gags? What right did they have to rape us, rip our
lives apart and take us away to be killed or sold as slaves? It was so arbitrary
and brutal, so harsh and unfair.
Red turned back to Slim. 'I forgot to tell you. I called Jim over at the Farm
while you were loading the cunts,' he said.
'Oh yeah?'
'You know the guy, you talked to him before, right?'
'Sure. Last time was when we wasted those two bitches from the bridge party.'
'Oh yeah, right. Anyway I told him about Jerry. And about Beth and her mom and
the other cunt we bagged, the bondage slut. He said wasting the mother was the
right move, that the hole oughta be ready by the time we get there. That's
what's great about being part of a big syndicate. You get teamwork and backup
when you need it.'
'How about the big guy, Mr. X, is he there now?'
'Yeah, he's there all right. Funny thing is Jim called me back and said to hold
off on capping the bitch till we get to the Farm. He said Mr. X wants to send
somebody over to, what the fuck did he call it, 'witness the execution'. Or
maybe he might wanna see it himself. It don't figure. Why the fuck would
somebody like Mr. X care about seeing some two bit cunt get capped?'
'Could be he gets it off watching cunts get wasted. Ever think about that?'
'You know what? I'm gonna forget you said that. Keep talking like that and
you're gonna end up six feet under. You got any idea how fucking powerful this
guy is?'
'OK, OK, relax. It was just a fucking joke. You ever meet the guy?'
'Yeah once, a couple months ago. I got invited to a franchisers' party. They
have 'em about once every two months or so at the Farm. Forty or fifty guys at a
time from all over the country. I got introduced.'
'What's he like?'
'Like I said. Powerful. Fucking impressive. He's got maybe a thousand
franchisers generating cash for the syndicate. You wouldn't believe the contacts
this guy's got. He's got police departments all over the country on his fucking
payroll, even some guys in the FBI from what I hear. Travels around half the
time drumming up business all around the world, places like the Middle East
where there's a big demand for what the syndicate's got to offer and a helluva
lot of money to pay for it. The guy's definitely hooked up.'
'Yeah, and I bet he's got plenty of slave girls working for him too.'
'Are you kidding? He's got over a hundred of 'em on the Farm. Terrific looking
chicks, every single fucking one of 'em. He had a whole bunch of 'em waiting on
us at the party serving us drinks and stuff, dressed up nice and cute in spike
heeled boots and short black minis, so fucking short you could see their
panties. They were all wearing this expensive designer lingerie, Victoria's
Secret kinda shit. They tell me this guy spends more on his slave girls' fucking
underwear every day of the week than me and you spend on our mortgages in a
year. When I got introduced to him I asked him about it. He told me he wants all
his slave girls ready for fucking any time of the day or night so he makes 'em
wear that sexy lingerie whatever the fuck they happen to be doing. And they
gotta make sure their panties are showing under their fucking uniforms so this
guy can be sure they're wearing his stuff like they're supposed to. Can you
believe that shit?'
'You're fucking with me. You mean he's got 'em in designer panties even when
they're busy cleaning toilets? That's pretty fucking kinky.'
'Yeah,' Red chuckled, 'you can fucking say that again. But hey, whatever the
fuck they're wearing, those slave girls can get pretty fucking tough. And
especially when they're handling freshly captured slave meat. Like just before
midnight at that party, three or four 'em came in herding a whole bunch of butt
naked chicks, about a dozen of 'em lined up with their hands tied behind their
backs and their necks hooked up to this long rope running between 'em. Like a
fucking slave coffle if you know what I mean. Gagged too and I'm talking heavy
gagging like on that redhead you were telling me about, the one who peed
herself. All of 'em had duct tape pulled tight across their mouths and wrapped
around the back of their necks with some pretty heavy packing underneath. You
could tell from how their fucking cheeks were bulging out like crazy. Somebody
even told me they had their panties stuffed inside their mouths but how the fuck
he knew that is anybody's guess.'
'No shit?' said Slim, 'a dozen tied up cunts. Wish I could've seen it.'
'I shit you not. Anyhow, Mr. X gets up and tells everybody that all of the
chicks are freshly captured, that they'd all been collected that same fucking
day from places all over the country and they were still in their capture ropes
or so he said. Man, you wouldn't believe how scared those cunts looked! Their
eyes were popping outta their fucking heads when they saw all the guys in the
room catcalling and whistling and they knew they'd all been brought in to get
fucked. Some of 'em started struggling and trying to pull away from the coffle
but the slave girls kept whipping 'em back in line with these thin leather whips
and riding crops they were carrying. It was fucking brutal. A lot of those cunts
had welts and black and blue marks on their legs and tits where they'd been
hit.'
'So what happened? They all got fucked?'
'Whaddya think,' Red snorted, 'you think they got invited in for coffee and
cakes? There were about half a dozen tables lined up by the wall and the slave
girls herded 'em over and shoved 'em face down so the chicks were standing bent
over with their heads down on the table. You should've seen 'em, a dozen
beautiful pieces of fuck meat lined up in a nice neat row with their legs
spread, their hands tied behind their backs and their asses and cunts pushed out
ready for fucking. They looked terrific. The slave girls lubed 'em up for us
while we lined up, a whole bunch of guys behind each chick, waiting to fuck the
living daylights out of 'em.'
'Kinda like at McDonald's, huh?' Slim guffawed.
'Yeah,' Red chuckled, 'come to think of it. Anyway every single one of those
chicks took a good hard boning through the ass and cunt from at least a half a
dozen guys with a lot of us coming back for seconds and thirds. It went on all
night. Even Mr. X joined in the fun. Not much fun for the chicks though. Talk
about crying, you wouldn't believe the sobbing and screaming they put out while
they were getting it. Even with the heavy duty gagging, you could hardly hear
yourself cum on account of the racket. I hate to think what it would've been
like if the bitches hadn't been gagged.'
'Yeah,' Slim chuckled, 'hats off to gags. I dunno how the fuck we could run this
business without 'em.'
'You can say that again. You should've seen those chicks by the time we got
through with 'em. They had to be hosed down before the slave girls could move
'em down to the lockups on account of all the cum oozing outta their asses and
fuckholes down their legs. And a few of 'em were bleeding from their assholes.
They'd all been fucked and checked out when they were grabbed naturally or at
least they'd had their T&L's done but I guess some of 'em just didn't have the
stretch to take the massive pounding they got there.'
'Fuck. You know what? You're a lucky guy, Red. Shit, I wish I'd been there. So
those slave girls can get pretty rough, huh?'
'You better believe it. And not just with fresh captures. Practically every
slave girl's got a troop of other girls working under her and she's trained,
knows just how to handle 'em. Mr. X runs a school right there on the Farm. I
trained there myself. They've got one stream for franchisers, another one for
slave girls and they teach you everything you need to know. Handguns, rifles,
knives, ropes and handcuffs, gagging techniques, blindfolds, how and when to
punish your capture, whipping and caning styles, you name it, they teach it.
Fact is you're gonna have to train there yourself if you wanna start your own
franchise. Anyway about the slave girls, he's got 'em organized like a fucking
army, almost like his own private police corps. Every single one of 'em knows
her job and does it good. Because if she fucks up she knows what she's gonna
get.
'Oh yeah? What's that?'
'I'll tell you. Somebody at the party gave me the lowdown on this. First, she
gets tied up and stripped. By one of the girls in her group to make sure she
gets nicely humiliated from the get go. Then five guys off the Farm come in and
fuck her up the ass right in front of the whole group. That's just for openers.
After that she gets a public whipping, fifty lashes across the back and the
thighs, front and back. And when I say public I mean public. Everybody, every
fucking person on the Farm turns up to see her get whipped. And then they make
her go around in panties for about a week so people can keep seeing her markings
while they're still fresh. They don't fuck around the way I do with spankings
and shit like that. That's for a first offense. For a second offense it gets a
helluva lot worse, she gets a hundred and fifty lashes after her assfuck and
she's put in panties for a whole fucking month. Ever see a girl's back after
it's taken a hundred and fifty lashes? Those chicks make damn sure they don't
fuck up twice, trust me on that.'
'Fuck,' Slim muttered.
'And it works, believe you me. Shit, like I said, the guy's got more than a
hundred slave girls on the Farm and there's been like maybe a dozen whippings
for first offenses in the last year or so and not one fucking punishment for
second offenses. The last one was like two or three years ago. That tells you
something. We're nearly there. Just another couple of miles. It'll be the next
road on the right.'
A stab of terror lanced through my heart. I began trembling. We were almost
there. Very soon now I would be shot. A bullet would be fired into the back of
my head. I wondered desperately how it would feel. Would I feel the pain before
I died or would I die instantly, mercifully spared having to feel the searing
agony of a bullet tearing its way through the tissues of my brain? I tried
desperately to compose myself. I had stopped crying as I listened intently to
the dreadful exchange between the two kidnappers. It had been grimly
fascinating, a glimpse into a horrible underworld I had never imagined existed.
A sinister and powerful syndicate that dealt in human flesh, an army of slave
girls trained in the brutal techniques of bondage and enslavement, obscene
parties where innocent girls, ruthlessly snatched that very same day from their
families and humiliatingly stripped and roped together like cattle, were herded
in and gang raped for the depraved pleasure of a pack of degenerates. It was a
horrifying tableau. I thought of poor Beth being trapped in that nightmare of
bondage, rape and perversion and shuddered. For a brief moment I even wondered
if it wasn't better to be dead than to have to go through something like that.
The van stopped in front of a high wire fence with a locked gate. An armed guard
was posted at the entrance. I heard Red say a few words and display his ID. Then
the van started up again and we were driven for a few hundred yards more until
it stopped. The two men got out. I tensed fearfully as the back door was rolled
open. The dreaded moment had come.
