Holly's Home Invasion
Part 10
by Andromeda
One of the slave girls, a tall striking blonde, issued a curt order to the
other:
'Check the marks, Rhonda,' she snapped, ''make sure they're dead. I'll deal with
Mother Goose over here.'
'Yes, ma'am,' replied her companion, a slight black-haired girl with thin legs
and diminutive breasts. She hurried over to where Red and Slim lay lifeless and
bleeding several feet away, bent down and touched their throats. As she did, her
short black pleated miniskirt rode up over her buttocks to reveal a shamelessly
generous expanse of white silk lingerie. I remembered what Red had told Slim
about the grotesque manner in which Mr. X's slave girls were made to dress. It
looked lewd and obscene. The blonde shouldered her rifle and stood over me
looking down at me, her hands on her hips. I wiggled my bound hands at her
behind my back and grunted insistently through my gag to let her know I was
waiting to be released. She shook her head absently.
'Don't move,' she murmured, 'stay just as you are.'
I gazed up at the slave girl, wondering why she was keeping me in bonds. She was
roughly Beth's age, twenty-two or twenty-three, strikingly pretty with long
shapely legs. She too was dressed in a black miniskirted uniform that revealed
her underwear. Her panties were lavishly designed, rich red silk exquisitely
trimmed with white lace and cut provocatively loose and high on the thigh like a
very brief pair of shorts, obviously expensive. She raised her foot and ground
the stiletto heel of her boot painfully into the back of my neck to shove my
face down in the dirt.
'Head down, Mother Goose,' she snapped, 'you can stop staring at my underwear.
What about the marks, Rhonda?'
'They're dead, ma'am,' the black-haired girl averred as she straightened up. She
too seemed to be in her early twenties.
'Good,' the blonde said as she stepped behind me and straddled my legs, 'now go
check the van for the daughter and her friend. They're fresh captures so they're
probably hogtied and in panties. Strip them down and stuff their panties in
their mouths on top of whatever else they've been chewing on. Coffle them
together and bring them here. And fix up an ID tag for Mother Goose over here.
Those cowboys usually have some flex cuffs lying around their vans and you can
get the last name from the daughter's tag, first name's Beth. The mother's first
name is Holly.'
'Yes, ma'am,' the other girl replied obediently. She ran off toward the van, her
thin legs scissoring, her panties flashing under her brief skirt as she ran.
I lay in my bonds shuddering at the thought that my daughter was about to have
her semen-soiled panties stuffed in her mouth and wondering if I too was about
to be regagged in the same horrible fashion. I was obviously not about to be
freed. My wrists and arms ached terribly from their imprisonment behind my back
and my hands had gone numb hours ago. I slumped back into despair as the
prospect of being released from bondage receded dismally. I was still a captive,
tied, gagged and helpless. Why, I wondered bitterly.
The tall blonde pulled out a cell phone. 'Master Jim? It's Slave Shannon, sir.
We took care of the marks as you ordered, sir. And I have one of the captures
here, the mother. Slave Rhonda's gone to fetch the other two.' She listened for
a moment. 'I'll do that, sir,' she said as she hung up. At least one thing was
clear. The two slavers had obviously been betrayed and set up for the killing by
their contact here at the Farm, the man called Jim. I wondered briefly why
they'd been shot. Not that I cared. I was frankly delighted that they were dead.
Perhaps they'd failed to pay money that they owed. I'd seen enough mob movies to
know how these matters were settled among thugs. But why had I been spared? And
why was I still being held along with Beth and Belinda? The slave girl whose
name appeared to be Shannon sat down heavily on my legs, pinning me to the
ground. I felt her hands at my wrists.
'Good ropework,' she commented, 'nice and tight. It must have hurt before your
hands went numb. Those franchise cowboys knew how to use ropes. I'm afraid
you're going to have to have them on for a while longer. I'm so sorry.' Her
hands went to my panties. 'Now that you've seen my underwear, Mother Goose, do
you mind if I have a look at yours? I assume I have your permission.' I reddened
with embarrassment as I felt her fingers slip under the hem of my panties at my
crotch.
'Neatly pulled back and taped down to showcase your holes,' the slave girl
remarked. She tore the tape from my asscheek with a quick painful tug. 'For the
ass and cunt shots, no doubt. They teach them to do that at the school. They say
it helps sell the merchandise. I think they do it just to humiliate the capture.
The guys who grabbed me did it to me too before they raped me. I hated it. I
need you to lie still while I remove your panties. They'll be more useful behind
your teeth than where they are now.'
It was horribly true. I was to be regagged with my filthy panties stuffed inside
my mouth. I shuddered in disgust. I couldn't bear the thought of it. I reared up
and shook my head vigorously, grunting at her in protest through my gag packing.
Without uttering a word the slave girl pushed my head back down and dealt me a
quick hard blow to my lower back with her fist. It knocked the wind out of me. I
gasped with pain.
'That's just a warning,' she told me evenly, 'I told you to keep your head down.
Next time I have to punish you it'll hurt a lot more. Shut the fuck up and lie
perfectly still with your face in the dirt. Don't struggle, don't try to resist.
Do you understand? Nod your head if you do.'
I nodded miserably. Tears formed in my eyes. I had been miraculously spared only
to fall into the hands of this ruthless young slave girl. I remembered what the
dead slaver had said about how well these girls had been trained in the brutal
art of handling captives. I felt the touch of cold steel at my buttocks and a
tugging of lingerie at my crotch as a knife was slipped under the hem of my
panties. A quick cut through the thin sheer fabric at my hip and another taken
between my legs freed the skimpy item of lingerie from my buttocks. It was
swiftly whipped away leaving me stark naked, stripped by a girl half my age. My
face was crimson with humiliation.
'Not too clean are they?' Shannon remarked as she gingerly placed my panties on
the ground by my face, 'they're still soaked with cum and they stink of shit.
You've been well fucked. The good news is that it gets easier once you learn to
like it. You'll see.' The pungent smell of spent semen laced with excrement
wafted up from the crumpled panties and assailed my nostrils. I turned my face
the other way, sickened by the knowledge that this disgustingly soiled
undergarment was about to be stuffed inside my mouth. I felt like throwing up. I
sobbed brokenly as I felt the slave girl's fingers on my gag strap at the back
of my neck, untying the knot. She whipped it away, threw it on the ground and
jammed one hand into my mouth to keep the sodden packing wedged in firmly while
she wadded up my soiled underwear with the other. A quick thrust jammed the
wadded panties into my mouth on top of the packing already inside. The slave
girl prodded and pushed at them to force them to fit between my aching jaws. I
started retching almost at once.
'I've found there's always room in a capture's mouth for more packing,' the
slave girl remarked conversationally as she worked the foul-tasting undergarment
firmly into place behind my teeth and under the roof of my mouth. I retched and
gagged dreadfully as I battled to accept it.
'Just breathe through your nose,' she told me evenly, 'you'll get used to the
heavy duty packing soon enough. I need you to bite down hard so I can seal in
the goodness.'
As I lay on my belly gagging and retching I heard the awful ripping sound of
duct tape. My hair was gathered and raised aloft to bare my neck for the
adhesive as the slave girl applied the tape firmly to my lips then strapped it
over and over again around the back of my neck to seal my soiled panties tightly
and inescapably inside my mouth. It felt horrible, much much worse than the gag
I'd been made to wear before. I suddenly remembered Slim's breathless
description of the ghastly "killer gag" he had bound on that poor redheaded girl
he had snatched, the one who had peed herself. I had now been muzzled in the
same dreadful fashion. Tears came to my eyes. I started crying.
'There, have a good cry about it,' the slave girl murmured, 'it'll make you feel
better.' She tore the end of the tape from the roll and pressed it down hard on
my cheek with the heel of her hand. 'I'm going to have to run a titty test on
your nice new gag,' she warbled as she reached under my bare breasts, 'let me
show you what I mean.' She seized my breasts and dug her fingernails into my
nipples viciously hard, lacerating the tender flesh for well over a minute as I
screamed out my agony into my wadded panties. The slave girl listened
attentively to my gag muffled screaming then released my nipples, clucking with
satisfaction.
'It works beautifully,' she gushed as she patted my cheeks, 'and it really does
suit you. Tape gags are so much more becoming I find. It's bound to be a bit
less comfortable than what you had on before but my goodness, the soundproofing
is so much better, don't you agree?' My nipples were in agony. My revoltingly
soiled panties tasted foul and bitter in my mouth, the tight tape strapping felt
like a vise clamped around my head and my aching jaws were stretched almost to
the breaking point in a ghastly combination of humiliation, pain and discomfort.
I wept brokenly.
'Just lie still and get used to it,' the slave girl trilled, 'all three of you
lucky ladies have been invited to a fun party this evening along with a few
other ladies from all over the country. Heavy duty gags are obligatory, de
rigueur you might say. You'll all be gagged in the same way so you won't feel
left out.'
Invited to a party. My mind went to that obscene party the dead slaver had
described in such grisly detail on the way here, to those freshly captured young
women who had been brought in stripped and gagged with their hands tied behind
them and their necks roped together like captured slaves to be gang raped by Mr.
X's so-called franchisers. The slaver had said he'd heard that the victims had
been gagged with their underwear. And the awful parties were held once every two
months. Red had attended the last one just two months ago. It meant that another
one of the hideous events had been planned and was due to be held at any moment.
The sickening realization dawned on me and I suddenly understood why my life had
been spared. I'd been allowed to live so that I could be taken and used as rape
meat for this evening's "party". I was to be herded in together with Beth and
Belinda, stripped naked and roped by the neck to a coffle of other stripped,
freshly raped and kidnapped women with my hands tied and my panties packed in my
mouth. Once inside I would be bent over a row of tables, humiliatingly
masturbated and lubricated by one of Mr. X's slave girls then savagely gang
raped by a roomful of degenerate slavers. I suddenly began shaking like a leaf.
