HEATHER’S CONVICTION

BY THE ONE

Continued from “Fire and Failure”.

Hearing the sounds she dreaded - footsteps and voices coming closer and closer to her location under the stands – Heather tried to stay perfectly still and quiet. But the constant buzz of the vibrator couldn’t be stopped, and it was accompanied by stifled moans coming from its victim.

Heather stayed absolutely still as the group of intruders came into view. There were three men and one woman, all clearly too old to be hanging out on school grounds, but still quite young, and all with lit cigarettes in their mouths. Interestingly enough, Heather’s first thought at this sight was that they could be fined for smoking on school grounds. But that superficial observation was forgotten completely when the girl’s eyes fell on Heather’s bound form, naked except for her golden bracelets.

“Oh my God!” she yelled, but it wasn’t a cry of concern or worry. It was interest. “Look!” Her companions looked in the direction she was pointing. Their responses were the same as hers, not worried but rather excited and interested to take advantage of this situation. Heather squirmed in her restraints as the group approached.

Turning to Heather, the woman asked, “What the hell happened to you? Did you get raped?”

One of the men snorted and said, “No, but she’s about to!” His friends cracked up laughing, but they were all seriously considering exploiting this very pretty, very helpless girl who had been seemingly left nicely for them.

“Holy shit!” one of the men said, “She’s got her dildo and everything!

“It’s not a dildo, stupid!” said another, “It’s a vibrator!”

“Whatever,” said the first, “She’s still getting into this pretty good!”

Heather’s face was burning with humiliation, and she was on the verge of tears. How could Lisa have allowed this to happen to her? It didn’t seem real! Heather’s secret was out now. Her reputation was ruined, and she was probably going to get raped right here and now, then left for God only knew how long. She kept hoping that any minute she would wake up from this nightmare, but the vibrator and the biting chains reminded her all too clearly that she was wide awake. This was no dream.

The woman noticed the key ring hanging on Heather’s toe. She picked it up and dangled it in front of the captive’s face. “Get a little stuck, huh?”

Heather moaned through her gag.

“Well what should we do?” the woman asked.

“What the hell do you mean “what should we do?” one of the men said, “We should fuck her, that’s what we should do!”

A sick groan escaped Heather’s throat. No! Oh God no!

“I’d love to!” the girl exclaimed, “But then what do we do? Let her go and tell the whole world it was us? We can’t touch her! She already knows who we are!”

“Shit! You’re right!” The man thought for a moment, then in a flash pulled out a switchblade (another item that he could be expelled for having in school) and pressed it against Heather’s throat. The poor girl screamed in terror, trying to pull away.

“Now, little whatever-your-name-is,” he threatened, “We’re going to have our way with you. Every one of us! If you scream or try any funny shit like that, I’ll cut you! And if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking kill you!”

Heather shut her eyes tightly, quivering, as a stream of tears slid down her cheek.

“That’s right, cry!” the girl said as she started taking her shirt off, “It makes good foreplay!” She bent and licked the tears from Heather’s face, kissing her around the gag as the three others prepared for the crime they were about to commit.

She pulled the vibrator out of Heather’s cunt, catching the ensuing stream of juices with her tongue. The men cheered as she began licking and biting Heather between her legs, producing more and more fevered moans of unwanted pleasure.

Heather tightened her muscles as best she could, but it couldn’t stop four fingers from sliding inside her. She tried to cry “No, no!” but obviously couldn’t. The only thing that stopped her from screaming for her life was the switchblade held at her neck.

But as the woman’s entire hand slipped into her cunt, a cry of pain tore from Heather’s throat. The hurting was unbelievable, as the sadistic girl pushed her hand in farther and farther. Heather felt her flesh being strained to its limits, and she began to feel the white-hot pain of sensitive skin tearing. She loosed a high-pitched scream and began pleading unintelligibly around her gag.

The attack stopped abruptly at the noise she produced, and the man holding the knife grabbed a handful of her hair. “Cunt! I told you to be quiet! I fucking warned you!”

He reached down and cut the strap that held the gag in. Handing his weapon to an accomplice, he unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in Heather’s mouth. She gagged and choked, but he didn’t pull out.

“Bite it and you die, cunt!” he threatened, “Now suck!”

Heather obeyed with despair, and was quickly rewarded with a shot of cum down her throat. Once he was satisfied, the kid withdrew. He held her mouth shut and ordered, “Swallow it, cunt! All of it!”

Heather gulped the load down, trying not to throw up.

“Next!” the man said.

His two friends lined up behind him, the next one already pulling his dick out. He promptly filled his helpless victim’s mouth, and enjoyed the forced sucking until he deposited his shot in her mouth and made her swallow it. The next in line did the same.

When Heather was sufficiently in tears, her abusers took a moment to discuss what they were going to do with her. After extensive debate on whether or not to kill her, they decided to take her with them.

After the ball gag was tightened once again into her mouth, the key ring was taken from her toe. The girl released Heather’s bonds only long enough to get her off of the metal beams. She was grabbed by the others and held while the girl cuffed her hands behind her back and locked the spreader bar once again. For lack of a better place, the key ring was tied in Heather’s hair where it was out of reach of her desperately reaching fingers. Kicking and fighting as best she could, Heather was picked up and carried toward a pickup truck parked around the back of a utility shed a short distance away. Still naked and menaced with the switchblade, she made no sound, and rather watched her freedom (and possibly her life) be carried away in silence.

Just as they were about to slide her into the backseat of the truck, a voice shouted from behind them, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

Heather and her captors twisted toward the direction of the challenge. A boy stood in the vicinity of the stands, poised to chase the kidnappers down. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Heather screamed through her gag and twisted in the man’s arms. He lost his grip and she fell to the ground landing hard on her rear end. Using her arms and legs, she half-scooted half-hopped away in an attempt to escape. They followed for only a few steps, and seeing the newcomer charging at them with a short metal pipe in his hand for a weapon, the would-be kidnappers jumped into the truck and squealed their tires as they sped away, leaving Heather lying there abandoned.

Her rescuer skidded to a stop and knelt beside her. “My God! What were they doing to you?” he said breathlessly.

Heather said something through the gag.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he said. He knelt, unbuckled and removed the ball from her mouth, tossing it aside.

“Thank you! Oh, thank you! You saved my life!” she blurted.

“How do I get you out of this?” he asked.

“The keys are tied in my hair,” she said.

Gently he untangled the ring from her hair, and freed her. The instant she was released, she flew into his arms and buried her face in his shoulder. Only afterward did she remember that she was naked. Quickly she jerked away, saying, “Oh! I’m sorry. My clothes are…up there!” She took off running toward the stands.

“Hey! Wait!” he called, trotting after her. He noticed that the only thing she wore was a pair of shiny golden bracelets, one on each wrist. He wondered why they had been left while the rest of her clothing had been taken off.

She hastily dressed and turned to make a hasty retreat, but he was already there. “Oh! I’ll just be…going now…”

“Wait!” She stopped and turned to him. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you before.”

“Heather,” she murmured, “My name’s Heather.” She was deeply attracted to him, but didn’t want to admit it to herself.

“Hey! You’re the drum major in the band!”

“Yep,” she said with a little smile, “That’s me! Um, you won’t tell anyone about this, will you?”

He was shocked. “Not tell anyone? Are you crazy? You need to tell everyone! Those people should be arrested!”

“We’ll never find them,” she said, “They’re gone, and I don’t know who they are or where they’re from.”

“So what will you do now?”

“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly, not wanting to tell him about Lisa.

“Can I do anything for you?”

“You can tell me your name.”

“Oh! Sure, I’m Dylan.”

“Dylan…” she repeated

“Well, Heather, if you really think you’re okay, then I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yeah,” she said distantly, “I guess so.”

He waved and started to walk away. Heather was torn between emotions. She knew she was in love, but didn’t want to express it to an almost total stranger. Although he had just saved her life…

“Wait! Dylan, wait!” she called, running after him.

Turning, he asked, “What’s up?”

Full of second thoughts about what she was about to do, but also filled with Emilie’s revolutionary fire, she asked, “Can I trust you? Totally? Like, trust you with my life?”

“Of course!” he said, “What’s up?”

With a deep breath, she told him what had really happened to her, and why. She told him everything about Lisa and Alice, and Emilie, and about her bracelets. She told him about her life as a slave from the beginning to now, leaving out nothing.

As soon as she had finished, she regretted what she had said. She should never have opened her mouth. Bad girl, Heather! Bad girl!

“I…I should go…” she stuttered, turning away from him.

“Wait! When will I see you again?” he called after her.

Tears coming to her eyes, she cried, “Never!” and broke into a frantic run back to the school. But where was she to go? She couldn’t go back to Lisa. She’d be punished for ‘escaping,’ even though she hadn’t really. But how could she stay with this boy to whom she had just told the darkest secret of her life? Why would he want to be around her anymore? Hopelessly undecided, she staggered to a stop and dropped to her knees. What could she do? No matter where she turned she lost.

As she sat there in mental gridlock, a pair of hands rested gently on her shoulders. She turned to see Dylan, looking concerned.

“You need to get away from here, don’t you?” he asked.

She nodded, trying to ignore the urge to lose herself in his arms and just hide from the unfriendly world that now threatened her from all sides.

“My car’s right over there,” he said, gesturing, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

Heather was at a loss for words. He would do this for her even now?

“You don’t think I’m weird? You still want to be around me?” she asked.

He laughed. “I’ve met people far weirder than you,” he said good-naturedly, “And why wouldn’t I want to be around you? What have you done to me?”

She smiled with sudden relief and allowed him to take her hand and help her to her feet. “Thank you,” she whispered as they walked toward his car.

After a moment, he asked, “Where do you live?”

“Oh!” she said, coming back to reality, “That way, and then left…” As she explained she turned to point, and stopped dead. Lisa stood just outside the doorway, staring at her.

“Oh no!” she gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked, turning and seeing a quite beautiful but intimidating girl standing prone in the doorway. She was almost sixty yards away but he could still feel an air of dominance radiating from her like a dark cloud. “Is that her?” he asked Heather quietly.

“Yes! Yes! We have to get out of here!” she shouted in a whisper, turning and trying to flee.

He caught her around her waist. “Do you want to be free or not?” he asked.

“Yes I want to be free!” she said urgently, “That’s why I want to leave!”

“How will you ever be able to stand up to her in person if you can’t stand up to her from a football field away?” he demanded.

She stopped struggling against him and looked into his eyes. He was right. She turned and faced her unbelieving and furious mistress.

Lisa’s powerful voice carried easily across the distance. “Heather! Come!”

Heather automatically moved to go to her mistress, but Dylan’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“I’m sorry,” she said sadly, “I have to go to her.”

“Why? Who is she to tell you what to do?”

Heather fell silent, contemplating. “HEATHER! NOW!!”

“Stand up for yourself, Heather,” Dylan said.

Once again torn, Heather looked between Dylan and Lisa, weighing her options. Dredged up from a year of experience, the sound of Lisa’s whip echoed in her mind, and she thought of the punishment she would receive for disobeying. But what if she could stand up for herself? What if…

“HEATHER! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! AND WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE, LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE’S MINE TO DEAL WITH!”

Dylan shouted back, “You’ve got some nerve claiming her as your property! What right do you have?”

“Dylan, please don’t anger her more!” Heather pleaded.

“Stay strong,” he said with a reassuring smile.

Heather was never sure what stopped Lisa from simply coming after her and taking her back by force. But whatever the reason, it never happened. As she and her mistress stared at each other in challenge, Heather felt herself getting stronger, bolder. She stood straighter, with more conviction, defying Lisa’s self-granted authority. Dylan was right: what right did she have?

For an eternity, the standoff stretched on. At last, Heather felt Dylan take her hand. That was all that was needed. Without a second thought or word, Heather left Lisa standing dumbfounded on the spot and left with her twice-rescuer. There would be hell to pay tomorrow. But that was tomorrow. Emilie was right. It was time for change…