Holly's Home Invasion
by Andromeda
Part Two
Humiliatingly gagged and stripped to our panties, Beth and I sat on the living
room floor with our backs against the wall, knees raised and parted and hands
tied tightly and painfully behind our backs. Beth's eyes were wide with fear
over her gag. She was petrified. So was I. Judging from what the two men had
just said this was obviously not a normal burglary. Beth and I hadn't been tied
up simply to keep us from interfering and give our assailants time to make their
getaway. We had been roped and gagged for rape. Even more frightening was the
sinister reference to "collecting" us, to keeping us "fresh and ready" for
"buyers". Rape and kidnapping were bad enough. But being taken captive to be
sold into slavery? It was horrible and unthinkable. I wondered desperately if I
had heard right. Things like that didn't happen here. Yes, I'd heard that it
happened in Asia and in other parts of the world but not here, not in America.
I was in denial.
The two assailants stood in front of us staring fixedly at our crotches. One of
them, the man called Slim who had tied up and gagged my daughter, pulled out a
cigarette and lit it. As I looked up I saw the third man come down the stairs.
He was heavy set and bulky, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. Like the other
two he wore a black ski mask over his face and he was carrying my TV set on his
shoulder. He chuckled balefully when he saw us.
'Looks like you guys bagged some ass while I was busy upstairs. Nicely stripped
and tied up. Good work.' He set the TV down on the floor.
'Yeah,' the man called Slim said, 'the two of 'em were out on the patio in their
shorts, sunning themselves I guess. One of 'em, the older bitch over there,' he
pointed at me, 'must have heard something and she came in snooping around. Jerry
took care of her and I went out to the patio and took care of the other one.
The third man, Red, stepped over to where Beth and I sat bound on the floor,
squatted down in front of us and studied us intently.
'These cunts give you any trouble before you tied 'em up?' he asked.
'Nope, piece of cake,' Slim replied, 'they were good. Not a peep out either of
'em.'
'Nice pieces of ass,' Red commented, 'I like the way you guys got 'em set up,
sitting there showing their crotches.' He grinned at us. I turned my face away.
I was all too acutely aware of the humiliating position in which Beth and I had
been forced to sit. On the floor in our underwear, bound and gagged, knees drawn
up with our lacy white lingerie on display between our parted legs. It was
mortifying.
'Yeah,' Slim remarked dryly, 'me and Jerry figured you'd like it. Beats tying
'em up face down on the floor the way we usually do it. So how about it? Jerry
wants to know if we can fuck 'em now. I told him we better wait to hear from you
on that.'
For a brief moment I wondered if this wasn't just a bad dream, that soon I would
wake up in my bed soaked with perspiration but happy to be awake. But the
loathsome gag in my mouth and the tautly drawn ropes at my wrists felt all too
real. This was no dream.
'Business comes first, Slim,' Red said, 'we might wanna collect 'em. So first we
do the ass and cunts shots for the ad. Then we fuck 'em. I don't want cum oozing
outta their holes when we take the shots.' He eyed my crotch, then reached out
and fingered the thin fabric of my lingerie. I reddened and squirmed in my bonds
as he pushed the crotchband aside and casually ran his fingers over my labia.
'Got the camera, Slim?' he asked, 'you can start by taking a few shots of 'em
sitting here in their panties.'
He withdrew his hand and patted my panties back in place, carefully smoothing
the silky fabric down over my crotch. I winced as he tugged at my tight gag and
tucked some loose ends of the packing cloth under the strapping.
'Yeah, I got it,' Slim replied. He pulled out a small digital camera. 'You want
'em shot just the way they are now before I do the ass and cunt shots?'
'Sure,' Red said, 'they look great. Two pieces of ass sitting on the floor, tied
up and waiting to get fucked. It'll make a great caption. The buyers'll love
it.' He moved over to Beth who broke into tears as he fingered her, rearranged
her panties and adjusted her gag strap. He stood up and Slim squatted down in
front of us, aimed the camera and took several shots of Beth and me sitting on
the floor in our bonds and our underwear. .
Bound, gagged and stripped, I thought bitterly. And now photographed in our
bondage. These pictures were digital. They could be copied and sent out in a
flash. I had read in some magazine somewhere that there was a brisk trade over
the internet in this sort of picture, of women bound and gagged in obscene
positions. I shuddered when I thought of these humiliating pictures of Beth and
me being sent out at the speed of light to scores of perverts who would in turn
e-mail them to their friends to drool over. How many people, I wondered, would
get to see them over the years? Thousands? Tens of thousands? It didn't bear
thinking about.
'Lemme see the playbacks on those pics,' Red said. Slim handed him the camera.
'Outstanding,' Red commented as he examined the pictures, 'I like the way their
gags match their panties. White gags between their teeth, white panties over
their fuckholes, it kinda makes a statement. How about if I use that for one of
the captions. Think it'll fly?' The two other men snickered. 'How about it,
ladies?' he asked us, 'wanna see your pics?'
He thrust the camera in front of our faces. I knew what to expect but even so
the pictures were shocking. They were loathsome. They showed Beth and me
humiliatingly stripped and gagged and sitting on the floor in our panties, our
backs to the wall and our thighs obscenely parted to display our lace-trimmed
lingerie between our legs. Our arms were pulled behind our backs, obviously
bound, and our eyes were staring miserably at the camera. Especially hideous
were the twisted white strips of gagging cloth that were cleaved tightly between
our teeth to bind the packing inside our mouths. The pictures reminded me of
those disgusting detective magazine covers that newsvendors used to display when
I was a teenager. I remember how I used to cringe with embarrassment every time
I happened to see one as I passed by.
'Hope the pics meet with your approval, ladies,' Red sneered as he stood up and
handed the camera back to Slim. 'Let's do the ass and cunt shots.'
'How do you want 'em set up for those?' Slim asked. 'Bent over a table with
their panties pulled back and taped to their asscheeks? Like that bitch we
bagged a couple weeks ago?'
'Sure,' Red said, 'those were terrific shots. Made her fuckhole stand out like a
neon light. I can't believe how many buyers showed up when we ran those pics. We
sold that bitch so damn fast we never even got to fuck her thoroughly. We can
use that table over there.' Red pointed at my dining table at the other end of
the room. 'By the way, anybody find any guns?'
'This one here had a gun stashed away in some drawer,' said Jerry, pointing at
me, 'the bitch showed me where.'
'So did you get it?' Red asked.
'Sure. It's a snub nose 38. Smith and Wesson. I got it on me.'
'So hand it over, Jerry.'
'Hey,' Jerry scowled, 'the gun's mine, I found it.'
'Yeah right, you found it, so hand it over. We work as a team, Jerry, in case
you hadn't noticed.'
Jerry glared at him.
'I'm not gonna ask you again, Jerry.' Red's tone was suddenly low and menacing.
'Fuck it,' Jerry spat out angrily. 'Here. Take it.' He pulled my 38 out of his
pants pocket and thrust it at Red.
'That's better,' Red muttered as he pocketed the gun, then held his hand out.
'Any ammo?'
Jerry silently extracted my bullets from his pocket and handed them over. 'I
gotta go take a crap,' he muttered. He turned on his heel and stormed up the
stairs.
'Find some ID for these cunts, Jerry,' Red called out. 'Look for handbags.' He
third-fingered him as he disappeared from sight. 'Fucking asshole,' he growled.
'Jerry looks real pissed,' Slim remarked.
Red shrugged. 'Yeah, big deal,' he grunted, 'forget about him, he's a jerk.'
He looked down at Beth. 'Gimme a hand with this cunt over here,' he said, 'help
me move her to the table for the shots.'
Beth sobbed bitterly as she was pulled to her feet by the two men and hustled
toward my dining table, her hobbled legs dragging on the floor behind her. I
looked on helplessly as she was bent over the table and held face down while her
panties were tugged smartly to one side to expose her asscrack and vagina. White
duct tape was ripped from a roll, wrapped around the crotchband and pressed down
hard on her bare and sensitive flesh to fasten the stretched lingerie to her
asscheek. I broke down and wept as Slim squatted down, aimed his camera at my
daughter's exposed openings and took several shots at close range.
'What the fuck is Jerry's problem?' he asked as he stood up, 'he didn't wanna
give up the gun?'
'Yeah well, Jerry's a fucking jerk,' Red muttered, 'got no idea about teamwork
and organization. He's a loose cannon, won't follow orders. OK, so he's new on
the job and I'm still breaking him in. But hey, when he got started a couple
months ago you remember what he used to do? He'd round up some victims, tie
their hands and that was it, that was all she wrote. No gags, no ropes around
the ankles, nothing, just their fucking hands tied. Like he was a cop making an
arrest. Fucking jerk.'
'Yeah, I remember that,' Slim said. He stepped forward and pulled Beth's head up
painfully by her hair. She stared at him, weeping brokenly. 'I need you to look
at me over your shoulder for the angle shots,' he told her coldly, 'the folks
we're gonna mail these pics to are gonna want to see a face to go with that cute
fuckhole of yours.'
'You remember, huh?' Red went on, 'and you remember the fucking disaster we
practically had the next time around? Remember the tall thin blonde, cute little
tits, black silk underwear? Started running and got to a window, managed to turn
around and open it with her hands tied behind her back then started hollering
her fucking head off. OK, nothing happened, nobody showed up and Jerry finally
got her muzzled but fuck, it was pretty close.'
Camera in hand, Slim hovered behind Beth, taking pictures of her from different
angles as she stood bent over the table, her legs splayed to the rear, her butt
raised and her panties pulled over and taped to her ass to showcase her crotch.
Also displayed were the hideous coils of white cotton rope that secured her
wrists behind her back. Bitter tears streamed from her frightened eyes as she
strained her neck to make sure she kept staring at the camera over her shoulder.
I wept freely into my gag as Slim completed his obscene series of photographs
and stepped back. He looked at me distastefully.
'Fucking waterworks,' he muttered, 'I wish somebody would figure out a way to
keep the bitches from crying all the time. Even with the gags on enough of the
sniffling and sobbing gets through to drive you up the wall. Gets on your
nerves.'
'Doesn't bother me,' said Red, 'I'd be a helluva lot more bothered if they
didn't cry. I'd be worried about what the fuck I was doing wrong. Besides, there
isn't all that much a victim can do except cry when she's tied up with a gag in
her mouth.' He went to the sofa, picked up two pairs of hinged handcuffs and
came back. He moved Beth to the narrow end of the table, pushed her facedown and
severed her ankle hobble.
'Yeah, well they can always pee themselves,' Slim volunteered, 'matter of fact,
they do sometimes.'
'No shit?' Red muttered as he casually kicked my daughter's legs apart until her
feet were flush with the table legs. Bending down he swiftly shackled her ankles
to the table legs on either side, slapping the cuffs smartly against her ankles
so the ratchets flew over and caught. The ratchets clicked evilly as he
tightened the cuffs. I knew why my daughter was being shackled. Now that the
pictures were taken she was being secured for raping. Beth understood it too.
She had begun sobbing badly. I knew that soon it would be my turn.
'Yeah,' Slim was saying, 'we bagged this cunt a month ago, a cute little redhead
with killer legs and nice big jugs. You don't remember her. It was a job me and
Jerry did on our own. That bitch gave me a shitload of trouble. Refused to strip
down and told me to go fuck myself when I told her to put her hands behind her
back. I had to tackle her down and slap her around so I could get her roped up
but even then with her hands tied behind her the bitch kept struggling and
screaming like a wildcat. So to shut her up good I slapped a real tight heavy
duty gag on her, double packing stuffed in good and hard with duct tape wrapped
around the head two or three times to seal it in, a real killer gag. She wasn't
expecting it.'
'Yeah,' Red muttered, 'I remember her. A redhead with huge tits. White satin
panties if I remember right. I watched her while she was getting her ass fucked
by one of the buyers over in the cabin. Finally got sold to some Japanese dude.
She was a fucking nuisance. Always bitching about something even with her mouth
taped up and her hands tied. Wasn't that the bridge party you guys broke up? The
one with the four rich bitches? I remember you told me you guys had to waste two
of 'em on account of their holes weren't up to scratch.' He ran his hands slowly
up the backs of my daughter's thighs to her raised and exposed crotch and teased
her labia open. Beth was weeping brokenly. Her tightly bound hands twisted
fitfully behind her back and the cuffs rattled against the table legs as she
fought her shackles.
'Yeah, right,' Slim said, 'we bagged four cunts on that job and we wasted two of
'em. Anyway like I was saying, as soon as I got that killer gag taped over her
mouth, the bitch got so fucking quiet you could hear a pin drop. That must've
been when it happened. I was busy stripping her clothes off with my knife when I
smelled it. She was wearing this cute little white satin thong under her dress
and I checked it out. Man, was it wet! And I mean sopping wet! She'd fucking
peed herself when I gagged her. Can you believe I made that cunt wear those
sopping panties taped to her cheeks for three hours until we finally got her to
the cabin? She had to have 'em on for her pics, for her ass and cunt fuck and
then while she was tied up in the back of the van. Boy did she stink! I can tell
ya she didn't look too fucking happy lying there on the floor of the van in her
hogtie with her cute little mouth strapped up tighter than a mummy's ass and a
pair of pee soaked panties sticking to her butt. Not to mention all the cum that
kept running out of her holes. I bet she was sorry she ever fucked with me.' He
cackled loudly.
'Yeah OK, Slim,' Red grunted, 'so the victim peed her panties. I seen a lotta
victims do that. It's no big fucking deal.' The kidnapper's fingers were
inserted in my daughter's vagina, slowly masturbating her clitoris, massaging
her vaginal walls.
'Well I just wanted to tell ya. You're gonna fuck this one first, right? You
don't wanna wait till Jerry gets back down?'
'Nope. My dick's drilling a hole in my fucking pants. I'll do her cunt first.
Then I'll fuck her ass. Where the fuck is Jerry anyway? I'm fucked if I'm gonna
run upstairs and chase him down. Fucking jerk. He's probably jacking off in the
can. You can get started on the other bitch if you want but make sure you do her
ass and cunt shots first.' His hands pursued their relentless masturbation of my
daughter.
Slim grunted and went to the sofa. He came back with two more sets of hinged
handcuffs and stood over me. I cringed. My turn had come. 'You gonna get up and
move your ass over to that table on your own or do I have to drag you over?' he
asked, 'it's your choice.' I nodded yes. I didn't want to be dragged.
'Come on sweetheart,' I could hear Red murmur, 'you got some cunt juice you
wanna put out for me?' Beth sobbed and shook her head. She was sobbing horribly,
dreadful keening sounds that I had never heard her utter before. Her shoulders
were heaving. It was heart rending.
'Sure you do, sweetheart,' Red coaxed her clit, 'you know you want it. You want
it bad, baby. Relax. Let it happen.' As I struggled to get up off the floor I
prayed silently that Beth's body wouldn't betray her, that she wouldn't give her
rapist the satisfaction of lubricating for him, of easing his penetration of her
defenseless vagina. Getting up wasn't easy with my arms pinioned behind my back
and my ankles hobbled. Slim grinned as he watched me struggle for a minute or
two then pulled me up roughly.
'Oh yeah!' Red suddenly exulted, 'go girl, keep it coming, baby!' He unbuttoned
his fly and pulled out his member. It was fully erect, huge, at least eight or
nine inches long, its tip slicked with pre-ejaculate.
'She creaming her cunt?' Slim asked as he led me to the table, cuffs in hand. I
shuffled and stumbled in my hobble to where my daughter stood bent over, hands
roped at the small of her back and ankles cuffed to the table legs, her panties
taped to one side to expose her privates. Her vagina glistened with her
secretions. Her rapist stood behind her, his finger on her clitoris and his huge
shaft poised for penetration, its tip already inserted between her moist and
parted lips.
'You better believe she's creaming, aren't you sweetheart?' he exclaimed, 'she's
creaming beautifully. Her cunt's all wet and ready for fucking. This is one
superb piece of ass.'
My poor sweet Beth. Forced to lubricate against her will and now about to be
impaled on her rapist's huge and monstrous shaft. I couldn't bear to watch. As I
neared the table on which I too was to be raped I turned my face away and wept
bitterly for my ravaged daughter. And I wept for myself too. I heard Beth gasp
as she was swiftly impaled. Then came the dreadful pounding noises, the ghastly
creaking of the table and my daughter's gag muffled sobbing and screaming as she
was mercilessly raped. It was over quickly, a dozen brutally swift thrusts,
maybe less. The rapist groaned loudly as he ejaculated inside her. Sobbing
bitterly into my gag I stood by the table in my panties, hands bound firmly
behind my back, waiting for my turn.
