24 hours

24 hours

 

Ch. 2

 

Jill awoke, her head throbbing and totally disoriented, then came to the realization that she had been let down from where she had been suspended, and was now lying face down over one of the straw bales. Her hands had been retied behind her back, but her feet were free.

It was only when she felt the hands on her thighs and being lifted that she realized that she was about to be raped, there was no lubrication or finger stimulation just the steady pressure on her cunt and then he was thrusting in. A burst of laughter as she tried to suppress a cry, and then the men crowded around and encouraged their companion to greater efforts.

Her bruised breasts rubbed on the coarse straw, but the pain helped keep her mind away from what was happening to her; soon she heard the man grunt and she felt his semen squirting inside her. Another man took his place but this time he raped her ass, the pain was enough to make her cry out, again more laughs, and when he was finished it started all over again.

After the first round, those that could, started again, and when they finally finished, one of the men grabbed Jill’s hair and lifted up her head. “Did you enjoy that bitch”? He sneered, “I might have if it had been real men, not some excuse for humans”! Jill replied, a fist crashed against her head, and as her head was released she slumped down on the bale. “Spread her legs; let’s see if the cable works just as well down there as it did on the rest of her.” Jill started too struggle when she realized what they were intending to do, but there were too many and too strong, she felt the sharp end entering her cunt, and then it was pushed deep inside her, the cable was turned and bent and the other end was pushed into her ass. “Oh god no”! Jill cried out. She felt ropes being tied around her ankles, and then being drawn upwards till she was hanging upside down.

 

Tim Roberts had just got off the phone to his commanding officer, who had initially hit the roof, but calmed down enough to formulate a rescue plan to rescue his lieutenant if she was still alive. Patrols would be posted on as many roads as they could cover, all available helicopters would be flying, but the main hope would be the RUC.  And it was all going to take time which they didn’t have.

 

 The Colonels next call was to London to let them know that one off their their agents was missing a call he was not really looking forward to making. What the Colonel knew but Tim Roberts didn’t was that Jill was not only a Lieutenant in the army but an agent for MI 6, using the army as a cover up. She had been collecting information from an informer high up in the IRA and was in the final stages of getting him out and back to England.

 

Jill was finding it harder to breath, as the blood ran to her head, she had lost track of time, the only thing she could judge was that the strip of  light under the barn door was getting darker, probably making it late afternoon.

The men had drifted off, some smoked, and others drank tea. Occasionally one would come over and use her for a punching bag, always stopping just before she passed out, another twisted the rope and laughed when he released it watching the rope unwind rapidly sending Jill into wild gyrations, and always the leader talking to her “Still the big brave Army cunt are we!” he would then twist and pull and push the cable, and Jill would bite her lip but always the pain made her cry out.

 

A cell phone rang in the distance, and Jill could hear the leaders voice answering. After a few minutes he hung up and called all the men together, Jill couldn’t hear what was being said but it was obvious that the men weren’t happy. Finally they stopped and approached her, “Well well well, it seems we have a prize catch here. We were hoping to be able to carry on with our fun but the big bosses want to have a word with you, seems you’re not what you appear to be, and if you think we’re rough you sure going to wish you were back here with me again.”

He nodded to the men, and immediately she felt hands undoing the ropes around her ankles, and she was lowered to the ground, the cable was unceremoniously pulled out and flung across the barn. “Get her ready and put her in the boot of the car.”

Rope was wrapped around her ankles then cinched tight, and tied off, another rope was tied around her wrist ropes and her legs were doubled back, and that rope was looped round her ankle ropes, and then pulled till her hands and feet touched, it was a very effective hogtie, and as her hands had been tied back to back escape was virtually impossible.

Jill was rolled on her side and a rag was shoved into her mouth, more rope was wrapped round her head tightly holding the rag in place. Finally the bag was replaced and tightened round her neck.

 

Hands grabbed her, and she was half carried half dragged outside and dumped into the boot of a car. “We’ll run interference for you, they’re sure to be searching for her, so keep you’re mobiles on, with any kind of luck they haven’t had time to organize a full search yet, so we should make it with no problem.”

Jill knew things were looking a lot worse, somehow they had found out about her, and now instead of the thugs she’d  had to deal with up to now she was about to meet skilled interrogators. Things were going to get a lot worse. “Where are you Tim?”