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Z-Day - 9:45 PM Mountain Time - east of Crawford, Nebraska
In the motel parking lot-
The white van trundled its way north through Nebraska. Deadeye was driving, and Nitro was navigating from the shotgun seat. Between them sat Lara Voronova, wearing only a towel and a terrified, anguished expression. She would much rather have been locked in the back of the van, a plain metal box that was cold and dark. During the whole drive, Nitro had had his hands, his lips, and his tongue all over her. He had done everything short of rape her, but she was convinced that was coming. Once they found a place to stop...

And then they did. To the left , a mid-sized town was visible in the distance, but on the right side of the road there was a motel. No lights were on except for in the lobby and it looked deserted. "That looks like a good place to stop for the night," said NItro, pointing out the window with his right hand, which still held his pistol, while squeezing Lara's bosom with his left.

"Works for me," said Deadeye. He turned off of the road and into the parking lot. The motel was an L-shaped, two story building. Deadeye found a spot to park the van right near the main entrance. There was a concrete staircase right near it that led up to the exterior balcony that gave access to the upper floor. Deadeye shut off the engine and pocketed the keys.

In the motel parking lot-
Nitro and Deadeye opened their door and climbed out. Nitro grabbed Lara by the arm and she was dragged out with a yelp. Both men slammed their doors and looked around.

"Let's check the main office for some room keys," said Deadeye.

"Come on, bitch," said Nitro. "Move it!" He forcefully hauled Lara towards the front entrance.

In the motel parking lot-
Nitro pressed the barrel of his pistol into Lara's back. She stumbled as he shoved her through the front doors. Deadeye followed right behind them.

In the motel lobby-
The lobby was deserted, but the lights had been left on. "I'll find the keys," said Deadeye, going behind the front desk.

In the motel lobby-
Deadeye grabbed a bunch of keys from behind the desk and came back out. "Got 'em," he said. "Let's go upstairs."

"Yeah, upstairs," said Nitro. "Heh heh heh." Lara cringed as he licked her neck, turning her head so she wouldn't have to look at him. Then he hauled her back outside, followed by Deadeye.

In the motel parking lot-
Deadeye led the way up the concrete steps to the upstairs balcony. Nitro dragged Lara after him as she whimpered in terror.

On the balcony-
Deadeye stopped at the first door on the balcony, found the right key after some experimentation, and unlocked it. He opened the door, went inside, and swept the room. "Okay, it's clear. Come on in."

Nitro pulled Lara into the room. She dragged her legs, but to no avail.

In the motel room-
"Keep the lights off," said Deadeye. "No sense drawing attention to ourselves. Maybe those things will pass us by if they don't see us."

"Yeah, good thinking," said NItro, still gripping Lara by the arm.

The room was a standard motel room, with one large bed and a nightstand on either side. There was also a TV on the wall opposite the bed and a small writing desk. But it was the bed that NItro was focused on. "No!" cried Lara as he hauled her closer.

In the motel room-
"Get in bed, bitch!" snarled Nitro, flinging Lara onto the bed.

She landed on her back and lay petrified. "No..." she sobbed. "Please..."

"Tie her up," said Deadeye, covering her with his rifle. "Tie her up real good."

NItro used the bayonet on his AK-47 to cut the cord for the window blinds. He bound her wrists painfully tight together with one end and tied the other around one of the bedposts. Lara began to scream as loud as she could, as if it would do any good.

"Gag her," said Deadeye.

Nitro took out a handkerchief and fashioned it into a gag. Lara's screams were muted, but she didn't stop squirming and crying.

In the motel room-
"Oh, yeah," said Nitro with a sickening grin. He reached for his belt.

"Wait your turn," said Deadeye.

"How come you get to go first?"

"Because I'm the one who recaptured her. I'm the one whose mouth she stuck a gun in, and I gotta pay her back. Besides, you were all over her during the ride up while I drove."

"Yeah, but I didn't actually get to screw her."

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance. While you're waiting, set up a rope so we can get down from the balcony and barricade the stairs. When I'm done with her, it'll be your turn. Then I'll start my shift on watch and wake you to relieve me at 0200. Just make sure you actually get some sleep instead of banging Lara the whole time." Deadeye gave him the room keys.

"Yeah, yeah." Nitro left the room and closed the door behind him.

Lara whimpered and shook her head madly from side to side as Deadeye got on top of her, his pistol in one hand. "Not so tough now, are you?" he said. Without warning, he ripped the towel off of her and cast it on the floor, leaving her naked.

In the motel room-
"Mph!" cried Lara through her gag as Deadeye ran his hands over her body.

"Now I'm gonna make you pay," said Deadeye. He unbuckled his belt, and her eyes widened in terror. How had it all gone so wrong? She had killed Jeff, she had been free, and she had had the upper hand. I should have killed you the first chance I had! she thought furiously. Next time I won't hesitate. Just give me another chance!

But Deadeye didn't. He pulled his pants and his boxers down over his hips, then violently wrenched Lara's legs apart. She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed, her muffled screams calling weakly into the uncaring night.

In the motel room-
This was far from the first time the skinheads had raped Lara. She had endured it many times before, and once more made little difference to her. She kept her eyes closed and put her mind aside, letting it go blank, protecting her fragile psyche as she always did.

After what seemed an eternity, Lara felt Deadeye's weight lift off of her. He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. "Ah, that was great," he said. "Hey, Nitro, your turn! I kept her warm for you!"

Nitro threw open the door and hurried inside. "Finally," he said, ogling Lara and licking his lips. "Now you're mine, bitch."

In the motel room-
"Barricade and rope are all set up," said Nitro as Deadeye left and shut the door behind him. He approached Lara, who glared at him hatefully. She cringed as he stroked her cheek. "I'm gonna really enjoy this." Then he pounced on top of her, crushing her into the bed. Lara let out a muffled cry. Again, she was defenseless. There was nothing she could do while his hands and mouth crawled over her body. When he went for his belt, she closed her eyes once more. Not again! she thought. Please...no more...somebody help me...

In the motel room-
Lara steeled herself, shutting off her mind as she was violated yet again. Nobody saved her. Nobody was going to, and she accepted that.

In the motel room-
Lara tried to shut out the world around her, but a noise from outside drew her notice. There was a loud tearing and crunching sound coming from below. A faint glimmer of hope welled up within her.

In the motel room-
A rifle shot echoed from outside, overpowering the constant squeaking of the bedsprings beneath Lara. "Dammit, missed him by a hair!" shouted Deadeye from outside. "One of those things came out of nowhere! That peckerhead's already halfway through the barricade!"

Nitro grunted as he pressed up and down. "Oh, why now?" he grumbled. "Can you handle it yourself?"

"Yeah, I'll get it! Keep your pants on...or off."

Lara moaned.

In the motel room-
"Heh heh heh," said Nitro, continuing his assault on Lara.

Another rifle shot rang out. "Dammit, hold still!" shouted Deadeye. The sound of crunching wood continued.

In the motel room-
There was another shot from outside. "Yeah!" cheered Deadeye. "Got him at last!"

In the motel room-
For the next five minutes, Lara heard no more commotion from outside as she lay in agony.

In the motel room-
Lara kept her eyes clenched shut, wondering when her torment would end.

In the motel room-
More tearing and crunching of wood came from outside, followed by Deadeye's hysterical laughter.

In the motel room-
"What's going on out there?" called Nitro, but he was only met with more laughter - and more ripping from outside. Grumbling, he pulled himself off of Lara, hoisted his pants, and zipped up his fly. Then he unslung his AK-47 from his back. "All right, I'm comin'." He gave Lara a sickening grin. "Don't go nowhere." He turned toward the exit.

She stared at his retreating back with pure vitriol. "I hope you both die!" she shouted.