Holly's Home Invasion
Part 9
by Andromeda
I felt rough hands at my ankle bonds, the cold touch of a knife blade being
slipped under the ropes. I raised my head as much as the choke cord allowed and
looked over my shoulder. It was Slim. He glanced at me and grinned when he saw
the fear in my eyes.
'Time to go, sweetheart,' he grunted, 'I'm getting you outta that hogtie and
putting you in some hobbles. You're gonna have to walk a little ways. Lie still
while I get you fixed up.'
I lay still on my tummy as the slaver severed the hogtie restraint and sawed my
ankle ropes until they parted. A quick cut through the choke cord released my
neck. Freed from the cramped position into which they had been forced my legs
flopped backward on the flooring. They ached and throbbed. Even though they'd
been freed I could hardly move them. A fresh length of rope was fastened between
my ankles to hobble me and only then was I pulled up, still bound at wrists and
mouth, and curtly told to get out of the van. I broke into tears and shook my
head desperately, terrified by what lay ahead.
'I said get the fuck outta the van,' the slaver snarled.
I could see Beth squirming helplessly on her belly, grunting at me from under
her gag strap. Her blindfold was soaked with tears. I sobbed and screamed into
my gag as Slim manhandled my flailing legs out of the van and spun me around.
The slaver's face was suffused with rage. I flinched as he raised his hand and
dealt me a swift sharp slap across my gagged mouth that snapped my head
backward. My legs suddenly gave way and I fell to my knees. Red bent down and
helped me up, gripping me tightly by my elbow. I stood trembling in my bonds,
gazing helplessly at my executioners.
'Take it easy, Slim,' Red grunted, 'she's scared shitless.'
'Oh yeah?' Slim growled, 'fucking bitch had it coming to her.'
Sobbing bitterly and thoroughly subdued by the swift brutal slap I offered no
further resistance. I stood waiting tearfully as Slim pulled Jerry's
plastic-wrapped body out of the van and slung it over his shoulder. It felt odd
to be on my feet after hours of lying bound on my belly. I looked at my
surroundings. The van was parked on a dimly lit side road lined with trees on
both sides. A narrow path was marked between the trees and my captors shoved me
toward it. Wearing nothing but my gossamer thin panties and my sodden and
tightly knotted gag I stumbled forward, my hands bound behind my back in the
time honored method of restraint prescribed for prisoners being led to
execution. My captors' hands were tight at my elbows to stop me from trying to
break away and run. The last mile. I felt numb. Time seemed to stand still. Red
was talking on his cell phone.
'Jim? We're here,' I heard him say, 'how long do we gotta wait? I wanna get this
over with... Less than five minutes? You got it.'
We came to a clearing between the trees and there in front of me was the grave,
grimly flanked on three sides by mounds of freshly dug earth. I took deep
breaths of air into my lungs. I was surprised at how calm I suddenly felt. It
was as if, strangely, these last few moments of my life would last for eternity.
I felt oddly disconnected from my body. Even the ropes and the gag felt like
they weren't mine, like they'd been placed on someone else. I reached the edge
of the grave and stood facing it. The two men released my elbows and Slim
carelessly heaved Jerry's body into the grave. It landed with a dull thud.
'Down on your knees,' he snapped. I fell to my knees in front of my executioners
and looked down into the grave. Jerry's wrapped corpse lay at the bottom. Soon I
too would be lying there, sprawled lifeless on the ground next to the body of
the thug who had tied me up and gagged me hours ago. It felt like years. Mounds
of earth would be thrown on my stripped and naked body, worms would consume my
flesh but my bones would remain confined forever in the loathsome ropes and
gagging cloths the dead slaver had used to bind me. I shuddered at the horror of
it. A sudden stab of terror lanced through my heart. I twisted around and looked
up tearfully at my executioners. Slim stood directly behind me, gun in hand, his
face grim and determined. Red stood by his side, looking at his watch.
'Where the fuck are they,' he growled, 'it's been fifteen fucking minutes
already. I can't take much more of this. Fuck 'em. Go ahead and cap her, Slim.'
Slim raised his weapon.
'Eyes front, sweetheart,' he ordered. I bowed my head and looked back down into
the grave, waiting hopelessly for the shot that would end my life. I flinched
when I heard it. Oddly enough I felt nothing. I wondered dimly if I was already
dead. But I heard a gasp and then a thud as the slaver fell to the ground behind
me. Another shot rang out. I looked unbelievingly over my shoulder and saw that
Red had been shot too. He was falling backward, his hand clutching at his chest,
his face distorted in a fierce mask of pain laced with astonishment and
incredulity. I panicked, twisted around on my knees and threw myself forward on
my face along the edge of the grave. I lay quivering on the ground terrified
that the next shot would be aimed at me. But there were no more shots. I raised
my head and saw the bodies of the two slavers convulse briefly then lie still on
the ground. There were large jagged red holes in their chests and blood was
flowing freely from the open wounds. I started trembling violently. I think I
must have gone into shock.
As I lay bound and trembling on my belly at the edge of the grave, two young
women dressed in very short black miniskirts and high heeled boots emerged from
behind the trees and walked into the clearing, sniper rifles held at the ready.
I stared at them, startled. From what I'd overheard in the van and from what I
had just seen these young women do, even from the way they were dressed, I knew
at once that that they had to be two of the redoubtable Mr. X's well trained and
ruthlessly efficient slave girls.
