hatred she held for the former soldier, turned rescuer. She drove the woman’s head into the decking with her boot as she jerked the knife free.
That was a week ago. Things had gone from bad to worse. Some of Andrew’s friends had shown up later that day. There were seven of them that first day. None of them were clean shaven, or even looked like they had been at any time in the past. Many had dark, monochrome, tattoos. Tina recognized them as prison tattoos. These men had all spent time in prison. Over the next few days, the group saw a steady influx of every form of bad character. There were gang bangers, outlaw bikers and drug dealers. By the time they had all arrived, there were twenty-eight in all.
The two women found out exactly how bad these twenty-eight bad boys were. The next few days the women were truly treated as slaves. They were forced to serve the men food, clean everything, and cook. The men did nothing but drink. Well, some of them had other habits that weren’t as socially accepted. Tina couldn’t believe that anyone could shoot up these days. When she asked the question, she received a backhand and was told to mind her own business.
Then one of the men crossed the line. A big guy named Ernie with a red beard decided that Heather was there for his pleasure. She turned him down. The next thing she knew, he was slapping her and dragging her into another room.
Tina didn’t hesitate. She leapt over two of the men who were hooting and laughing at the crying girl. As she did, she drew out her knife and stabbed the man from behind. She had been trying to stab him from behind into his genitals. She missed, but managed to sever an artery in his leg.
The man immediately let go of the blonde girl’s hair and clutched at his own inner thigh. Blood spurted from between his fingers as he rolled on the ground. Heather regained her feet and began kicking her would-be rapist as hard as she could. It took her a minute to realize that the room had gone dead silent.
Andrew stood menacingly at the door. “Take them,” was all he said. The others fell upon the girls like a pack of wild dogs. Before they were finished, neither woman had a shred of clothes. Tina’s hands were tied behind her back and to a beam in the ceiling with an electrical cord from a lamp that no longer worked.
Heather was tied in a similar fashion across the room. The two women could see each other. Tina could see a rivulet of blood streaking its way from the corner of Heather’s mouth. There was a fresh bruise over her left cheek that was swelling to the point the girl couldn’t open her eye.
Most of the men stood around the women. It was obvious that several of them were aroused. The bulges in their pants betrayed just how long it had been since any of them had had any kind of release. Tina knew what was going to come next. She didn’t have to wait long.
Andrew re-entered the room. He looked at Ernie’s body. The men had been so angered and so focused on the now naked women that they had allowed the man to succumb to his wounds, curled in the corner. A pool of blood was spreading under his lifeless body.
“You think you can murder one of us and not be punished?” Tina tried to speak, but he cut her off before she made a sound. “You did this to yourselves.” With that he turned and strode out. “Have your fun,” he said laughing as he strode away.
Suddenly, Tina’s arms were thrust up, forcing her back to flex and her hips to be thrust towards the rear. A jolt of pain ran through both shoulders as the muscles, tendons and ligaments strained against the weight of her body.
She struggled to look up. The man abusing the younger blonde woman was much less patient than her own assailant. He already had both hands on the woman’s hips and was spastically thrusting behind her. The girl was screaming. The man was laughing.
Suddenly, she
That was a week ago. Things had gone from bad to worse. Some of Andrew’s friends had shown up later that day. There were seven of them that first day. None of them were clean shaven, or even looked like they had been at any time in the past. Many had dark, monochrome, tattoos. Tina recognized them as prison tattoos. These men had all spent time in prison. Over the next few days, the group saw a steady influx of every form of bad character. There were gang bangers, outlaw bikers and drug dealers. By the time they had all arrived, there were twenty-eight in all.
The two women found out exactly how bad these twenty-eight bad boys were. The next few days the women were truly treated as slaves. They were forced to serve the men food, clean everything, and cook. The men did nothing but drink. Well, some of them had other habits that weren’t as socially accepted. Tina couldn’t believe that anyone could shoot up these days. When she asked the question, she received a backhand and was told to mind her own business.
Then one of the men crossed the line. A big guy named Ernie with a red beard decided that Heather was there for his pleasure. She turned him down. The next thing she knew, he was slapping her and dragging her into another room.
Tina didn’t hesitate. She leapt over two of the men who were hooting and laughing at the crying girl. As she did, she drew out her knife and stabbed the man from behind. She had been trying to stab him from behind into his genitals. She missed, but managed to sever an artery in his leg.
The man immediately let go of the blonde girl’s hair and clutched at his own inner thigh. Blood spurted from between his fingers as he rolled on the ground. Heather regained her feet and began kicking her would-be rapist as hard as she could. It took her a minute to realize that the room had gone dead silent.
Andrew stood menacingly at the door. “Take them,” was all he said. The others fell upon the girls like a pack of wild dogs. Before they were finished, neither woman had a shred of clothes. Tina’s hands were tied behind her back and to a beam in the ceiling with an electrical cord from a lamp that no longer worked.
Heather was tied in a similar fashion across the room. The two women could see each other. Tina could see a rivulet of blood streaking its way from the corner of Heather’s mouth. There was a fresh bruise over her left cheek that was swelling to the point the girl couldn’t open her eye.
Most of the men stood around the women. It was obvious that several of them were aroused. The bulges in their pants betrayed just how long it had been since any of them had had any kind of release. Tina knew what was going to come next. She didn’t have to wait long.
Andrew re-entered the room. He looked at Ernie’s body. The men had been so angered and so focused on the now naked women that they had allowed the man to succumb to his wounds, curled in the corner. A pool of blood was spreading under his lifeless body.
“You think you can murder one of us and not be punished?” Tina tried to speak, but he cut her off before she made a sound. “You did this to yourselves.” With that he turned and strode out. “Have your fun,” he said laughing as he strode away.
Suddenly, Tina’s arms were thrust up, forcing her back to flex and her hips to be thrust towards the rear. A jolt of pain ran through both shoulders as the muscles, tendons and ligaments strained against the weight of her body.
She struggled to look up. The man abusing the younger blonde woman was much less patient than her own assailant. He already had both hands on the woman’s hips and was spastically thrusting behind her. The girl was screaming. The man was laughing.
Suddenly, she
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