Holly's Home Invasion
Part 3
I wept as I watched Red slip his tumescent member out of my daughter's raw and
freshly raped vagina. Milky strands of semen oozed out in its wake and clung
disgustingly to his shaft. The rapist wiped them off on Beth's clean white
panties with a sadistic flourish. He looked at Slim.
'I like her fuckhole,' he told him, 'it's got good grip. And the lubrication is
terrific. She creams beautifully. You just gotta work her clit and she's wet and
ready for fucking. You don't wanna work it too much though or her cunt can get a
little sloppy.'
'No shit?' said Slim.
'Yep. I still gotta do her ass but from what I've seen so far I think you guys
bagged us a great piece of merchandise here. If her ass holds up we can probably
sell her for 55 K at least. How about the other cunt? You gonna check her out?'
He gave me a brief glance.
Shame and indignation welled up inside me. In desperation I strained at my
bonds. They held mercilessly tight, cutting viciously into my wrists as I
struggled. It was hopeless. I had been expertly tied. The bindings were hard and
unyielding, brutally cinched, deliberately calculated to inflict pain if I
struggled against them. My wrists were on fire.
'Looks like she needs a tranquilizer,' Red muttered as he watched me struggle,
'Slim?' Without warning, I was dealt a swift hard blow to my lower back in my
kidney area. I doubled over in agony.
'That hurt?' Slim asked me, 'that was just a taste of what you're gonna get next
time you try and slip those ropes. You're gonna get fucked, like it or not. Get
used to it.'
I sobbed bitterly. Brutally beaten with my hands tied behind my back, my
daughter ruthlessly raped in front of me, these men were professional thugs,
capable of anything. I looked up and saw Jerry coming down the stairs.
'Hey, where the fuck you been, guy?' Red called out as Jerry sauntered into the
living room with his hands in his pockets, 'I been telling Slim here maybe you
got flushed down along with your crap.' He guffawed loudly.
Jerry glanced at my daughter's bared and ravished crotch, obscenely ringed on
one side by the frilly lace trimmed crescent of duct taped lingerie. She lay
bent over the table like a broken doll, her cuffed and shackled legs spread
wide, her bound hands lying limply at the small of her back. She was crying.
Thick gobs of spent semen seeped slowly out of her engorged and purpled labia
and trickled down the insides of her thighs. Her white silk panties were
hideously soaked with ejaculate.
'So you fucked her,' he said to Red, 'couldn't wait till I got back, huh?'
'Yeah Jerry, I fucked her. I checked out her cunt. It's what we do, Jerry, just
in case you hadn't noticed. We bag some bitches, we tie them up and we fuck 'em
to see if we can sell 'em. You want me to tell you about her fuckhole? It's
good. The fuckhole's good. Nice and tight with lots of grip. And nicely
lubricated. Now I'm gonna fuck her ass. Is that OK with you, Jerry, or do you
have a problem with that?'
The rapist grasped my daughter's buttocks and parted them to expose her puckered
little hole. Gagged and hobbled, denied the use of my hands, I could only stand
and watch helplessly as the rapist pulled a tube of lubricant out of his pocket,
squeezed out a large gob and rubbed it revoltingly into Beth's bared and
defenseless butthole. My poor daughter screamed through her gag as he brutally
rammed his lubricated finger through her sphincter and buried it deep inside her
ass.
'I asked you to find some ID for these cunts, Jerry,' the rapist said as he
reamed my daughter's anal passage, briskly massaging the lubricant into the
delicate and clinging lining of her ass with quick practiced strokes of his
finger. 'So how about it? Did you find some?'
Jerry shook his head slowly. He sat down on the sofa by the pile of bondage gear
the kidnappers had dumped there and picked up a pair of handcuffs. He toyed with
them idly, swiveling the ratchets back and forth.
'What the fuck's wrong with you Jerry,' Red burst out, 'you been shooting up or
what? We're on a job here in case you forgot. What the fuck you been doing up
there? Jacking off?' Jerry said nothing. He seemed fascinated by the cuffs.
They clicked softly as he worked the ratchet through the bow over and over
again.
'Fuck you, Jerry,' Red snarled. He pulled his soiled finger from my daughter's
ass and casually wiped it off on her soaked panties leaving them smeared with
traces of fecal matter. He looked over at Slim and me. 'How about it, Slim? You
gonna fuck that cunt or what? She's just standing there holding down the floor.
Why isn't she over the table in cuffs? Use the other end. There's room for the
two of 'em.'
'Yeah right,' Slim grunted. He shoved me to the opposite end of the table facing
Beth. Whipped, totally defeated, I bent over submissively and laid my head on
the tabletop. The brutal rape of my daughter and the bruising blow to my back
with my hands tied behind my back had thoroughly broken my spirit. Beth's face
lay on the tabletope inches away from mine, her sweet features hideously
distorted by the tight gag strap, her soft cheeks bulging and distended from the
wadding that had been wedged inside her mouth to silence her. Above the gag, her
tear-drenched eyes were vacant and staring. Behind her I could see her rapist
grimly intent on his revolting task, lubricating her, preparing her for anal
impalement. Slim bent down to my ankles and swiftly severed the hobbling ropes
with his knife.
'Spread 'em,' he ordered. I complied.
'Wider,' he insisted, 'ankles up against the table legs.' With my legs spread to
his satisfaction, I felt cold steel around my ankles as he applied the cuffs and
shackled me. I cried out in pain through my gag cloths as the ratchets were
tightened. The metal cuffs dug mercilessly into my flesh. They hurt.
'Tight?' my captor chuckled, 'give 'em time, they'll stretch.' I supposed he
thought it was funny. My ankles were in agony. Across the table I saw Beth
stiffen, then scream into her gag as Red rammed his huge thick shaft into her
butt. 'Relax bitch,' he muttered as he plowed into her, 'you ever taken it up
the ass before?' Beth sobbed and shook her head weakly. 'No shit? First time
huh? Relax, you're gonna love it. Hey guys, we bagged us a virgin ass here,' he
called out.
I felt Slim's hands at my asscheeks, handling my lingerie, tugging it aside to
expose my privates. Then I heard the hideous ripping sound of duct tape being
stripped from a roll. My panties pulled at my crotch as the tape was wrapped
around the stretched crotchband and pressed down firmly on my flesh to fasten
the narrow strip of lingerie to my asscheek. Moments later I heard the whirring
of the camera as Slim took his lewd and obscene close-ups of my bared crotch.
'Look back at me over your shoulder, cunt,' he ordered. Crushed and broken, I
stared back at the camera for the angle shots, my face crimson with shame and
humiliation. Across the table Beth cried out again as the rapist hurt her with a
particularly violent and brutal thrust through her stretched sphincter.
'I love this bitch's butthole,' Red grunted as he slammed into her again, 'nice
and snug with plenty of stretch. This is top of the line merchandise we got
here. Just plug and play. Did I say 55 K? We can probably get 70 to 75 K for
her.' Beth began sobbing again, keening dreadfully into her gag.
'How about the other bitch, Slim?' He grinned at me as he drove into her once
more.
'Still getting her ready. Gimme a minute.' I felt the cold touch of lubricant on
my ass. I cringed as the rapist rubbed it into my anus, then further inside
where he massaged it painfully hard against my sphincter.
'Fucking tight asshole you've got down there lady,' the rapist commented, 'looks
like you haven't had your ass fucked all that much. Am I right?' I grunted
through my gag and nodded bitterly. I had never allowed anyone to even touch me
there, not my ex-husband, not my lovers, no one. The thought of being taken
through my back passage turned my stomach. I squirmed and twisted in my
restraints as my assailant reamed me relentlessly, readying me for rape.
'Gotta slick you up real good then,' he said, 'we don't want your asshole to rip
while you're getting fucked. It's gotta stay fresh for when the buyers show up.
That's if we decide to collect you, I mean. I hope you make it. If you don't
we're gonna have to waste you.'
I wondered fearfully what he meant. Did he mean waste as in discard or, I
shuddered, waste as in kill? I remembered the strange comment about the two
victims from the bridge party who had had to be "wasted" because "their holes
weren't up to scratch." It probably meant discard, I decided. The alternative
was too terrible to contemplate. But I felt a sudden rush of terror and I
shivered in my bindings. It suddenly felt cold inside the room.
'Just relax,' he said, 'I'm gonna rub some more lube up in there. I wanna do a
real good job on you, make sure your hole's nicely slicked and ready. You'll be
thanking me when it's over.' He withdrew his finger. A moment later it was
thrust back in with a vengeance. I gasped. My ass muscles contracted
involuntarily as my sphincter was penetrated. The dreadful pressure of his
finger inside me triggered peristalsis in my colon and made me want to defecate.
I bit down on my gag to stop myself from crying out from the pain and
humiliation. I felt thoroughly degraded, loathsomely defiled.
'Relax your ass,' the rapist murmured as he probed painfully hard and deep
through my stretched sphincter and rubbed the lubricant vigorously into the
lining of my colon. I bit on my gag and tried to close my mind to my hideous
defilement. I gazed at Beth. She had stopped weeping and had retreated into a
private world of her own, her eyes blank and expressionless. She stood
submissively bent over in her bonds with her gagged and distended face pressed
down on the tabletop, seemingly unaware of the rapist who stood behind her
savagely ravishing her ass. Our eyes met for a brief second then she looked
away. I grunted softly through my gag to try and get her attention, to let her
know that I was there with her sharing her shame. To make her understand that I
too was bound, gagged and stripped for rape, standing bent over with my hands
tied behind my back, my ankles in cuffs and my underwear taped back to bare the
most intimate part of my body for lubrication and impalement on a rapist's
shaft. I longed to say something to her to comfort her, just a few words to tell
her I loved her, that I would always love her. But I was gagged. All I could do
was grunt.
I felt the rapist slip his finger out of my slicked and lubricated butthole and
wipe it off on my underwear. I wondered bitterly if this was why they had
allowed us to keep our panties on, so they could use them as rags to clean
themselves while they raped us. A moment later I felt the tip of the rapist's
shaft poised at my anus, positioned for the assault. I cried out in agony
through my gag as the thick hard member was thrust brutally into my butthole and
rammed against my sphincter. The rapist slammed himself against it several times
trying to force it open and thrust his way through. Each time my sphincter held
tight and failed to stretch open. At length the brutal battering came to an end
as the rapist withdrew his soiled shaft and cleaned it off on my taped panties.
A noisome whiff of excrement wafted up and assailed my nostrils. I felt sick.
'What the fuck,' he exclaimed, 'I can't get my dick into this fucking bitch's
ass.'
'No shit,' Red grunted as he ejaculated violently and noisily into my daughter's
anal passage. Beth broke into tears as her lower colon was sprayed and filled
with her rapist's semen. She looked dreadful. Her eyes were wild and her gagged
and distended face was contorted with pain.
'Use enough lube?' he asked as he slipped his shaft out of my daughter's ravaged
ass and wiped it thoroughly on her lingerie to clean himself off.
'Are you kidding,' Slim said, 'I practically used half a tube on her. Her
asshole's way too tight. This bitch is defective.'
'Yeah well we're probably gonna have to waste her,' Red muttered, 'some bitches
just don't have the stretch to take it up the ass. Check out her fuckhole just
in case. You can't win 'em all. One thing's for sure. This one here is terrific.
Her holes are top of the line.'
Again the sinister reference to wasting me. And again I decided that he meant he
was going to have to discard me. It had to mean that. Why would they want to
kill me? These men were obviously professional slavers. They took women captive
and sold them for money. It was horrible enough. But at least they didn't kill
them. Why would they kill me? Simply because my intimate parts didn't meet their
grotesque and obscene requirements? It was too absurd. I tore my mind away from
it.
'OK Red, whatever,' Slim growled, 'I'll do her cunt. Give it a good hard
workout. Maybe we'll get lucky. Don't hold your breath though.' Now I was to be
raped vaginally. I wondered dimly if Beth and I would ever recover from this
ordeal once we were freed. If we were ever freed, I thought bitterly.
