Chapitre 11: Intruders Crash the Sex Party

I was trying to remember what you were supposed to do in situations like this. I was sure it had been covered in one of those safety film presentations that they were always showing us in school, but in the stress of the moment, all I could remember was scenes from TV shows where the bad guys stood around talking to the hostages for half an hour while the police figured out a way to rush in and save everybody. I was sure that whatever these two wanted, it wasn't conversation. It might have been a bath, though. Both of them looked and smelled like they had been crawling through a swamp. Their clothes were covered in mud and their hands were caked with it. I could just make out the orange colour of the cloth underneath all the dirt. The only people I knew who wore orange jumpsuits were hunters and convicts. I didn't think these two were lost turkey hunters, and they certainly weren't after gators with that little homemade knife. They had either got muddy crawling under the fence at the county work farm or they had rolled in the mud deliberately to disguise their prison uniforms.

Leon confirmed my assumption about their need for intelligent conversation. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and said, "Shut up! Don't you say nothin'." I shut up. They were obviously brutal, desperate men, not the conflicted victims of an indifferent society or unjustly imprisoned citizens out to prove their innocence like I saw on TV.

Leon appeared to notice my cleavage for the first time. He said, "Damn, Bubba! Lookit the tits on this one. They huge man."

Bubba kicked the door shut behind him and took the knife away from Sara's neck just long enough to lock it again. He put the point back to her throat and pressed it into her flesh hard enough to make both of us flinch.

"Play with 'em later, Leon. Right now we got to git situated." He looked at me and growled, "Anybody else in the house?"

Lying looked like a good way to get Sara hurt, so I told him, "Yes. Four more kids downstairs. Nobody here will give you any trouble, mister."

"Well, I'm mighty glad to hear that, girlie. Yessiree, mighty glad. Now you just keep thinking that way and we'll get along fine. Now let's go find the others. You lead the way. And remember, your friend here will really appreciate it if you don't do nothing to piss me off."

I lead the way downstairs with Leon's filthy hand on the back of my neck. Bubba followed us with Sara in his grip. My mind was running a mile a minute trying to think of something I could do, but it was like racing a car engine in neutral. All I could think of was the scared-shitless look on Sara's face. I was pretty sure mine looked the same. I know I felt like it.

Bubba again demonstrated the kind of take-charge guy he was. He dragged Sara over in front of the French doors so that everyone could see the knife to her throat.

"All right," he said, "Nobody move, nobody talk, nobody breathe, less I say. We clear on that?" This got him a round of stunned nods from everyone except Bud. Bud got a macho look on his face that told me he was seriously thinking of doing something fatally stupid.

Leon shoved me onto the sofa and I fell into Alex. I managed to sit back up just in time to see Bud tense his legs and clench his fists. The thought of what might happen next finally got my brain into gear.

"BUD!" I yelled, to get his attention and to make him abort any plans he might have about attacking the two men. He backed down when he realized that I had ruined his surprise attack. "Bud, don't do anything dumb. Just do what they tell you. OK?"

Bud was too mad at me to understand what I was telling him. I looked at Jim instead and jerked my eyes toward the French doors leading to the backyard. If we were going to get any effective help, it would come from that direction. But first I had to get Bubba and Leon away from the door and then get it open. Since I couldn't do both, I needed help, but the timing had to be right or someone would get hurt. Fortunately, Jim wasn't suffering from the same level of testosterone-poisoning as his brother and he followed my eyes and then looked hard at me. His meaning was clear. He would get that door on cue, but I better not take any risks to make it possible.

Bubba was looking at me suspiciously. He now had me pegged as the leader of the group and he was thinking about something I was sure I wasn't going to like. I could not tell if he had caught any of the eye rolling and other meaningful looks or not.

"That's right Buddy, you just sit right there and be a good boy." He was still eyeing me hard while he blustered on. "Leon! Look around and find something to tie this bunch up with. I don't want to have to keep watching them all night."

Leon started with the desk drawers. There was nothing in there but the usual clutter: pens, tape, envelopes and stuff. He went through the door to the bathroom, but came back out quickly after snapping the light on and off again. He moved on to the other end of the room, with the built-in shelves with the drawers and cabinets underneath. In one of them he found an unopened coil of clothesline. In another he found the garden shears. When he came to the shelf with the nipple-clamps on it he whistled loudly.

"Hey, Bubba. Lookit here! Somebody here is into some kinky shit!" He came back to the group with his haul, dangling the clamps in his hand.

"That's good. Leon why don't you cut some of that rope and tie them boys up so's they can't get no ideas about being heros."

Leon made short work of tying Bud and Jim's hands behind their backs. Once they had been tied and returned to the sofa, he did the same to Sara and pushed her down on top of the boys. Bubba grabbed Lori and Leon tied her as well.

By the time he got to Alex, he must have felt like he had control of the situation. With just the two of us with our hands free and two of them to deal with us, he relaxed and turned his filthy mind to entertainment. He shoved Alex against Leon, who grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"Now I always have had a preference for redheads," he said leering at her. "And you're such a pretty thing, too. I wonder if the collar and cuffs match?" He nodded to Leon, who reached down and grabbed the hem of Alex's sundress. He yanked it straight up over her head, stripping her naked in one move.

"Well, I'll be dipped! Shit, Leon, that dress was all she had on! No bra or panties or nothin'. And she's got the body for it, too. Them titties is mighty nice. And that beaver is purt near shaved. She's must be really hot." He put his grubby hand on Alex's breast and squeezed.

Alex grimaced and leaned her head back, but could not pull away from him because of Leon's firm grip on her arms. She didn't scream and she didn't seem really afraid. She looked at me as if asking what I wanted her to do.

"Yeah, I think we can have some fun with this one," Bubba said. He reached for her pussy, intending to stick his filthy fingers into her.

"NO!" I yelled. "Leave her alone." I pulled my own dress off and stepped in between Bubba and Alex. I put my hands on my breasts and fondled them in what I hoped was a seductive manner. "Play with me instead."

"I knew you was going to be trouble when I first laid eyes on you, missy." Bubba didn't seem interested in me as an alternative. I realized that his assault on Alex had been mostly a way to smoke out any trouble I might have in mind. It looked like I was the one who was now in trouble.

Bubba took Alex from Leon and put his arm around her from behind so he could squeeze her breasts. "Leon. Tie this one up, too." He pointed at me. I meekly surrendered. Since Bubba had the knife out again and had it pressed under Alex's left breast, just below her heart.

Leon tied one end of a piece of the line to each of my wrists. He did a good job of it. There was only a couple of inches slack between my hands. The knots were out of my reach. My efforts to test my bonds made my shoulders pull back and my breasts rise up.

Waving my breasts in front of Bubba was like a waving a red flag at a bull. He stared at them, thinking of what he wanted to do to me. He looked at Alex and he looked at Leon, then he smiled.

"Leon, get them titty-clamps. We're going to have some fun with miss busy-body here." Leon picked up the clamps from the coffee table and snapped them wide open. He held them up to my face so I could see the jaws. I did my best to look properly terrified.

I looked past Bubba at Jim. Jim shifted his weight forward so he could jump up when it was time. Bubba thought I was looking for help.

"No help there you little sow. Them titties is mine now, and girl, you gonna squeal for me." Bubba grinned and I could see he was missing three teeth out of his bottom jaw. I hoped somebody had knocked them out for him. "Hook her up, Leon."

Leon grabbed my right nipple and pulled it as hard as he could without pulling me into him. I leaned back against the pull, trying to look like I didn't want to have the clamp put on me, but I was really trying to get him to put it on as high as possible on my breast to give the clamp the best grip. The more flesh it had, the less it would hurt and the less damage it would do to my tender flesh. When Leon closed the clamp, he hit just the right mark at the base of the areola. I cried out in pain, some feigned and some real.

"That ain't nothin' missy. You just wait. Hurry, up Leon. I want to hear her scream."

Leon put the second clamp on just like the first. I cried out, "Oh God! It hurts! Get them off! Please, get them off!"

Bubba laughed, "Hurt, do they? Naw. I don't think they's hurting — yet. Leon, hand me that line. Leon traded Bubba the clothesline for Alex, who looked at me with eyes full of terror and pity. Bubba cut off about four feet of line then tossed the roll aside. He tied one end of the line to the metal loop in the end of one of the chains dangling from the clamps. Then he tied the other end to the other chain, making a big loop between the clamps. I had no idea what he was up to, but he seemed to acting with a purpose.

Bubba took hold of the cord and pulled it up over my head, pulling up on the clamps and taking all the slack out of the line. When my boobs were pointing practically straight up, I had to go up on my tiptoes to keep from being lifted off the floor by my nipples. Then he pushed further, and I screamed. Grinning like this was the funniest thing he had ever seen, he pushed even further. I screamed like I was dying. It almost felt like I was.