SYDNEY'S ESCAPE ATTEMPT GOES AWRY
At least they were finally alone. That was all Sydney could think, her mind racing.
Max was licking Shani's pussy while he remained hogtied on the bed. His girlfriend's breaths came out in sharper and sharper bursts. Shani still had her eyes closed, her mind immersed in the pleasure Max was giving her.
'Guys, we need to get out of here!' was what Sydney would have hissed if she could have, if this damned gag weren't stuffed in her mouth. Instead all that came out was a plaintive 'UUUHHH!!!!'
But Max ignored her. Too scared by the possible consequences of disobeying their captors, he mindlessly and obediently kept up his cunnilingus, his nose rubbing against Shani's shaved pubic mound as his tongue stroked her and slid inside her slickening folds. Max thought of the cock that had raped her and decided that if this was all he could do to comfort Shani, then so be it.
As for Sydney, she was done being obedient. She was done just being a helpless victim. Ever since Shay had tied her to the bed, she had been gradually working on her restraints. The oversized tee which Shay had used as a makeshift rope had been well tied, but it wasn't the same as rope. It wasn't as tight as rope would have been.
So Sydney had taken advantage of that. She'd done what she could. Slowly, over time, she had finally managed to loosen it a bit... then a little further. Now just a little bit more...
There was no telling how soon the three home invaders would be back, but Sydney's pounding heart told her it might be any second. It wouldn't take them long to finish looting whatever they could carry. Annoyed and a little disgusted at Shani and Max for their eagerness to surrender and simply do whatever their captors wanted, Sydney redoubled her efforts. She yanked, tugged, and strained against the wrist bindings with all her might. Pulling at every conceivable angle, her arm muscles wore themselves ragged, but finally she hit paydirt. Finally, she got rewarded for her efforts.
Suddenly she was free.
Quickly, Sydney tore off her gag and threw it aside. "Guys, we've got to go!" She crawled over to Max and began to work on the tight knots binding his wrists and ankles together. Now Max finally stopped licking Shani's pussy and Shani's eyes snapped open.
"Give me a second, Max. I've almost got this."
The knots were stubborn though, and precious seconds ticked by. She ended up looking for something to help cut the knots. Then she remembered. She pulled her Swiss army knife from the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Next she cut through Max's bindings.
"All right, I'll get Shani." She pulled off Shani's gag and was about to reach out to cut the makeshift rope tying Shani's wrists when the bedroom door slammed wide open.
Javi entered with Lamar and Shay in tow. Shay and Lamar each carried two full black duffel bags. The gang lieutenant drew his pistol and pointed it at Sydney.
The naked girl froze.
"Where do you think you're going, bitch? Put down the knife and slide it toward me... SLOWLY."
'No, no...' Her stomach seized up. The light at the end of the tunnel now dwindled, swallowed up in darkness.
Max meanwhile had stood up and was only just managing to get feeling back into his legs and arms. Now he had his hands in the air, looking terrified.
"Look, you've taken what you wanted," Sydney said, her own hands now raised. The girl gestured toward the full duffel bags. "Just let us go. We'll give you a half hour to get away before we call the cops," she lied.
Javi smiled, but it was thin and filled with the coldness of malice.
"How generous of you, bitch. I wasn't aware that you're now the one calling the shots." Storming up to Max, he pistol-whipped Sydney's brother and the teen went down, clutching his head.
"Max! No, please don't punish him. I'm the one who got free and tried to make us escape. Punish me!" Sydney implored.
"Oh, I'm getting to that part, bitch, don't worry," the gang lieutenant promised. His gaze flicked toward Shay, though, as he glowered. "And YOU, dumbass... you've been the source of one fuck-up after another. Disobeying Lamar and going soft toward the girl, and now this, not knowing how to tie a damn knot properly. I don't think our Jefe's going to see you as Blazing Skull material," the man growled.
He nodded at Lamar and motioned at Max, who was still reeling from the blow. "Tie that bitch boy's wrists to the headboard face-up beside his girlfriend, and do it right." Lamar nodded and sprang into action. He dragged Max onto the bed. Max didn't bother to resist as Lamar tied his wrists with another makeshift cloth, but unlike Shay's, his knot seemed firm and unbreakable.
"Good. Now, bitch, the question remains... what to do with YOU."
Sydney trembled as the muscular Latino stalked up to her. He nudged the barrel of his pistol against her left breast, then her right. His gaze roamed down the length of her flat, muscle-toned belly to the slit of her sex. "You deserve some punishment, bitch. It would be a shame to waste such fine pussy and put a bullet in your head, but I'm thinking you're just too much trouble."
