Cassandra and Flynn - The Home Invasion

Flynn opened his eyes. He had heard something. He was wide awake. Something outside. He didn't know what but it had woken him. The fire was out and the room was pitch black. He looked at the window. Nothing moving outside. He tilted his head back and the clock read "4:24" next to the half-empty Macallan.

He lay perfectly still and listened. Minutes passed. Then he heard it again. Whispering just outside the window. Sarah slept soundly on her back between them. He reached over and squeezed Cassandra's shoulder. She opened her eyes, looked at her shoulder, then to him.

"People talking outside," he whispered. "I think they're gonna break in."

She listened for a while, and then whoever was outside started talking again. Neither of them could make out the words. She looked down at Sarah, then rolled over left, opened her nightstand and brought out a pair of earplugs.

She shook Sarah a little and she woke with a sigh. "Sarah!" she whispered. Sarah looked up at her. "Someone's about to break into my house." Sarah's mouth opened in surprise. "Listen to me. I want you to compose yourself as best you can. We're going to put you under the bed and you stay there." Sarah nodded and her mouth quivered. She looked right and Flynn was bringing a Glock pistol out of his nightstand. Cassandra put the earplugs in Sarah's ears and Sarah adjusted them.

Flynn trained his gun on the window while Cassandra reached around and brought another Glock from her nightstand. The kitchen door blasted open in a shatter of glass and wood. Sarah screamed. Flynn couldn't see who had entered but Cassandra opened fire with two shots. Both she and Flynn were instantly and totally deaf and he grunted as his ears rang. He rolled out from under the covers, tried to stand and immediately slumped limp to the floor with a growl. "Fuck! Jesus!" He hefted himself up the mattress as Cassandra swung out to her feet and ran naked past the fireplace.

Sarah was squealing quietly and sobbing as Flynn grabbed her and pulled her out to him. "Shh! Shh! You're gonna be fine, honey!" He grunted with the effort of bringing her down into his arms, gently set her to the floor and pushed her across the carpet under the bed. "Stay here and don't panic! Don't panic!!" Sarah hugged herself into the fetal position and squirmed in terror.

Flynn slumped over heavily onto his right elbow, gun flopping limp in his hand and growled loudly as he struggled to crawl on his hands and knees around the wall into the kitchen. Cassandra stood pointing her gun at a man with short blond hair, a lean, muscular physique, all black clothing. He was sitting against the counter panting and whimpering. A pistol was about six feet from him toward the living room. There was blood all over him as Flynn crawled to him.

"What the Hell's wrong with you?!" Cassandra shouted.

"I got no fucking strength! I used it all up yesterday!" He fell over onto his right side and heaved himself back up next to the man. Cassandra knelt before him with her gun in his face. Flynn pulled the man's shirt up and saw a bullet hole in his lower right abdomen, beneath the liver. He pulled the man's pants and underwear down to his thighs and there was another bullet hole in his lower left abdomen. Blood was pouring from both. "Listen to me!" Flynn shouted. "I'm an Army field medic and I can save you right now! I heard you talking outside! I know there's more! You tell us how many and I'll keep you alive!" He pointed his gun at the open doorway. There was darkness outside, nothing more. Cold wind blew in.

"There's enough of us!" the man snarled. "I'm not telling you shit!"

"Wrong answer," Cassandra snarled back and set the muzzle of her Glock against his bare right testicle, resting on the tile floor, and shoved the gun down. His testicle squished flat apart with a popping crunch and his body flopped up in undulating waves. His eyes and mouth opened wide and he gasped and gagged, tried to breathe in but couldn't. Then she fired. A 10 mm, 180-grain hollow point traveled 1,225 feet per second through the man's testicle into the floor. His undulations of agony erupted into shivering vibrations and he screeched weakly like a wounded animal.

Flynn shook his head and backed away, guarding the door as Cassandra set the muzzle against the man's left ball, shoved down with a wet, crunching squish and fired again. The man howled in full voiced anguish as his ball exploded into pieces and he flopped like a fish, shuddering and writhing over to one side, flopping over to his other side, both hands clamped between his thighs. He retched hard and puked across the floor. Flynn stumbled back from it and fell over, still training his gun at the door.

"Good news, fucko!" she shouted. "You'll be dead from shock in ten minutes! Enjoy the ride!" She knelt at his side and yanked the collar of his shirt down as he squealed and writhed. He had a tattoo on his chest, a golden eagle with wings spread looking directly at the viewer. Beneath it were the words "Resiste! Pugna! Vince!"

"Resist! Fight! Conquer!" she shouted. "He's in KAW-80!"

"KAW-80?"

"Kill All Women. It's a militant hate group that broke off from the main Resistance about a year ago when the House of Ladies declared martial law! These fuckers don't obey any moral code! They're here to rape and kill any woman they find!" She turned to him. "They'll castrate you if they can! Hell, the..."

The kitchen wall next to the doorway exploded in a shower of wood. Flynn put his right arm up and splinters stuck in all over him as Cassandra spun around and crashed to the floor behind the end of the counter. Flynn pushed himself backward with his heels to the bedroom wall, just outside the door. He checked all over himself. No wounds but the splinters. "You hit!?" he shouted.

"No! I'm good! That was a fucking shotgun!"

"Goddammit!" he muttered. The man on the floor still thrashed wildly, squealing in a weak, plaintive falsetto. A black SPAS-12 shotgun barrel slowly protruded through the doorway followed by a man, dressed in all black wearing night vision goggles, four lenses per eye. He whipped to his left and a naked man with gigantic muscles and the biggest dick and balls he had ever seen shot him in the mouth with a Glock 10 mm. His head snapped backward, the shotgun clattered to the floor and he crumpled straight down in a heap in the doorway. Blood pooled wider, wider around him.

"You know, for a minute, there, I forgot you said you're a pacifist!" Cassandra said. He turned. She was peeking around the counter with a grin.

"I never said I was a pacifist! I just figured, you know, don't carry a gun into combat. Maybe my captors will have some mercy on me!"

"Well, you got lucky as shit I found you!"

"No kidding!"

A male voice bellowed from outside, "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS INSIDE!! YOU GOT ONE MINUTE TO COME OUT WITH YOUR GODDAMN HANDS UP OR WE SET FIRE TO THE FUCKING BUILDING!!" Cassandra and Flynn now saw a faint, flickery orange glow outside.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

She crept in a low squat around the counter to the door, gun trained on it, and slipped the man's goggles off. Sarah was sobbing in the bedroom. "Stay here and guard the door!" She crept back toward the dining room door.

"Where are you going?"

She slipped the goggles over her head and settled them over her eyes, then looked back. "KAW's a bunch of ragtags! These goggles cost thirty thousand dollars! They can't afford shit like this! That guy scrounged them from a Spec-Op! I doubt they have any more! That means the cunts outside can't see me!"

He looked over the two dead men. "They also don't know shit about tactics!" he said. She laughed and disappeared into the dining room. There was either cloud cover or no Moon because Flynn's eyes still hadn't adjusted to let in enough light. He only saw Cassandra and the men who had broken in because of their movement. He looked back around the doorway into the bedroom and whispered, "Sarah, try to calm down! I'm not going to let them get to you! I promise!" Sarah did not calm down.

He looked up along the wall, reached, and flicked on the kitchen lights. The man whose balls Cassandra had blown off was panting weak whimpers. Flynn reached forward and took the other man's shotgun.

Cassandra exited the dining room through a hidden door in the wall and peeked around the corner of her patio. The pool lay behind her. There were seven men crouching just outside the kitchen door, one holding a torch. None of them was wearing night vision goggles. She strode her left leg out in a crouch into the grass, aimed and fired. Three men went down with shouts and then started screaming. She kept firing but the other four turned and ran around the far corner out of sight. The men on the ground started firing in all directions and she spun back around the corner. They were all armed with pistols.

The firing ceased but the screaming didn't. "MATT!! I'M SHOT!!! FUCKING KNEES!!! BOTH OF 'EM!!! GODDAMMIT!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

Someone else with a lower, calmer voice bellowed, "Listen! We know that fucking bitch is in there that we ran off the fucking road!! We - we just want her!! You send her out to us and we'll go away!! Promise!!"

"OH, MY GOD IT HURTS!!!"

Two more shots rang out and two of the men lying in the grass howled louder, higher, fast panting shrieks as they flopped on the ground. She eased from cover and slowly advanced in the grass. She rounded the gable of the dining room and a rifle burst kicked up dirt at her feet. She ran back around the corner as automatic rifle fire continued, and shouted through the hidden door, "FLYNN!! FIRE INTO THE TOP OF THE DOOR FRAME!!! HE'S ON THE ROOF!!"

She heard a shotgun blast, then another, then another. The rifle fire ceased and someone was screaming like a banshee, desperate, screeching wails. She ran back out in the yard and charged the men on the ground. Now there were four of them lying near the door. Two of them still writhed, screaming in frantic falsetto yelps as their hips undulated and they rolled back and forth. Their hands were clamped between their thighs. The man who had been on the roof thrashed in overwhelming agony, hands up limp above him, legs kicking from the pain. He was covered in blood and splinters. Buckshot had peppered both his legs from his feet to his abdomen and his entire crotch was torn apart in tatters of flesh and clothing. She grabbed his rifle, some sort of AR, and yanked two extra magazines from his waistband. "How's it feel, cunt?" she asked. Something clicked again and again behind her. She spun around, rifle at the ready, and one of the three men she had shot in the knees was moaning and sobbing as he pulled the trigger of a large revolver at her. It was empty.

She chuckled like a wild beast, aimed and fired two shots into the man's crotch. His body burst stiff like a board and he shuddered up a keening mewl from a hideous grimace of agony, lips sucked in over his teeth. His pistol shook from his hand and he suddenly rolled to his left and puked, retching hard over, then cupped his hands over his crotch.

One of the other two men dry-heaved a little as he swung his pistol up, arm wavering. It was a semi-automatic, but as he swung it around to aim at her, she swung the butt of the rifle and knocked it out of his hand into the darkness.

"M-miss! Pplease! Please! You blew my balls off!! Jesus! Just fucking kill me!! Pleasse!!"

"You got it!" she snarled and knelt by him. She glanced up at the third man and he held his bloody hands up from his crotch, pure terror on his face. She turned back to the man who was begging, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Blood was everywhere and she couldn't see where the bullet holes were, so she felt for his balls and he shrieked as she found the ragged remnants of his left one. He sat up suddenly and his nose met a fist as hard as she could swing. He howled as his nose exploded like a firecracker and he flopped back down. "Lie back and enjoy!!" she purred, fished up his right testicle, undamaged, and leaned forward, sucked it into her mouth and crunched it to flattened jelly in an instant between her molars.

The man burst into fresh screaming thrashes in the grass and his screaming rose into thin, asthmatic yipes. She stood and stepped over him to the next man. "You motherfuckers were gonna rape me and Sarah! You'd have raped Flynn, too!" She looked back at the kitchen doorway and Flynn was sitting in it, right shoulder bloody, shotgun trained on the man from the roof. That man no longer moved or made a sound.

The man she spoke to only writhed back and forth in the fetal position. He had a large Bowie knife in a sheath along his right thigh. She took the knife and roughly forced his legs apart, sat on his knees and cut his pants away. She felt for his bloody sack and found it. Both balls were mush. She squeezed what was left hard and he whimpered weak and high like a dog, body vibrating. His hands didn't try to stop her, only shivered, paralyzed by pain. She turned him over, pulled his pants down and shoved the knife up his ass. He screamed and bucked wildly, kicking in the grass, trying to get away from her. She turned the knife and his scream panted into low, desperate bellows. Then his throat closed and he gagged and slowly relaxed face down in the grass.

She yanked the knife out, stood and turned to Flynn with a bestial grin. There was blood all over her mouth. Juice strung from her pussy all the way to the ground, thick and creamy.

"Is that all of them?" he asked and just then a shot rang out and wood splintered from the doorway. He threw up his arms and rolled back inside.

"YOU'RE GONNA DIE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" someone yelled from the direction of the Willow trees and the hammock as Cassandra ducked to the ground and rolled the man's body up whose nut she had chewed up. He retched hard and she turned his face to the grass as he puked a loud groan of stomach acid. More shots rang out and he jerked several times with loud whimpers. Then his eyes rolled up white and his head lolled limp to his shoulder. She held him on his right side, yanked his head up by the hair and peeked under it, brought her pistol up and fired back. One man screamed and crumpled to the ground. The other tree were firing from behind the tree trunks. She shot the tree and bark flew into one man's eyes. He howled and dropped his pistol, both hands clapped over his face.

The other two kept up their fire, riddling her human shield. Then there was a pause. She saw a light-colored tennis shoe sticking out from the tree and put a 10mm through it. The man shrieked and fell, exposing his head and back. She pulled the trigger but the pistol clicked. She tossed it aside and brought up the AR and the last man suddenly dashed out from behind the tree and charged her, snarling and chuckling, arms outstretched, both hands ready to grab her. She fired but the rifle clicked. She chambered another round, but it clicked again.

She quickly stood, set her feet and waited. He growled into a roar as he closed to within arm's reach and she swung the rifle for his head. He put up his left arm, blocked it and tackled her to the grass. Her night vision goggles went flying as they both grabbed the rifle and he shoved it and her arms holding it to her right, threw a fist at her face, but she tilted her head right and he punched the ground. She swung the rifle butt hard across his cheek and he grunted, spat blood, and slapped it out of her grip, then grabbed her throat with both hands, thumbs on her windpipe and squeezed hard, growling. She kneed him hard in the balls, but he held fast. She reached up and shoved both her thumbs deep into his eyes sockets and he howled and let go, stumbling backward onto his butt, hands clawing at his face, and she flipped up on top of him, punched him as hard as she could with a haymaker right, hit his hand protecting his face, and snapped his index and middle fingers. His bellowing screams did not stop.

She looked around, snatched up the knife, pulled his pants down, yanked up his nutsack and sliced it off with a whip of her wrist. He screeched and writhed under her, but his hands didn't leave his face. She shoved his severed balls into his gaping mouth and threw a left uppercut into his chin. His teeth socked shut as he breathed in, and then he started gagging, thrashing even more wildly and she stood from him. He had sucked his balls down his windpipe and now clutched at his throat. Blood poured from both his eyesockets.

She grinned and picked up the rifle, ejected the magazine, and the rounds had blood on them. She tossed it and snatched up a fresh one. She looked up into the dark toward the Willow trees, then quickly looked around, found and put on the goggles. There was no one out there now. She looked all around, but the last two men were gone. "Flynn, you wait in the kitchen! Be ready for them to come back! Two left! Don't come out into the yard!"

"You got it!" he said from behind the counter and she ran off into the darkness back toward the hidden dining room door and the patio. No one. Nothing moved but the trees in the gentle wind. She advanced quickly in a center axis relock stance, turning in every direction, searching for movement, listening for anything. She passed the pool, looked up the long staircase to the roof, then bypassed it through an alcove, under a short maple tree into the open of the sideyard. She had hydrangea and azalea bushes planted flush to the house here and as she swung left to search along the walls, a man burst from the bushes, grabbed the rifle and tackled her to the ground. He was extremely strong and they growled as he held the barrel sideways between them, kneed her hard in the crotch, and wrestled the gun to her right side, released it with his right hand and punched her in the face. She grunted and rage welled up in her, bringing a burst of adrenaline with it.

She snarled her mouth open into a guttural roar as she sat up with him on top of her, shoved him off her and slammed the rifle into face. He shouted and she slammed it against his mouth, then kneed him in the balls as hard as she could, again, again. He barked out in gagging wheezes as she lifted her right leg high and pistoned it into his balls with all her strength.

Back inside the kitchen, Flynn stood behind the counter pointing his pistol at the doorway and listening to Sarah sob in the dark bedroom. Then his head burst into starry pain, his vision blackened over and he grumbled to the floor, his pistol landing under him. The man who took a burst of Willow bark to the eyes stood over him with an empty pistol. The massive naked man with gargantuan testicles did not stir. He looked down at them, grinned and turned to his right, took out the butcher knife from the rack by the pans and knelt.

He stopped. A woman was sobbing in the next room. He stood, grinned wider, and walked into the bedroom. "F-f-flynnn?" a voice whimpered.

"No," he growled and chuckled. "Not Flynn. Matt!" He flicked on the lights and she saw his boots from under the bed. She shrieked in terror as they stepped closer, closer, up to the bedside. He got on his knees, lifted the blankets and glared, wild-eyed at her. He had white greasepaint all over his face and a big red smear across his lips. Warpaint. She screamed and started pushing herself over the carpet away from him. He drooled. Then thrust his left arm under the bed and snatched her ankle tight, yanked hard and started dragging her out. She wailed and screamed raucously and fought back, but only a little. The fear had so overwhelmed her that all she could do was thrash uselessly. The man was huge and strong. He pulled her out and slowly stood, lifting her with one arm off the ground by her ankle.

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU TILL YOU DIE, GODDAMN YA!!!!" he roared and she kicked and flailed to get free as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. His cock was rock hard and big. He set the knife on the nightstand and as he prepared to flip her up and onto the bed, the man with gargantuan nuts slumped heavily into the doorway, the man holding Sarah looked to him, and Flynn's gun hand fell as he slumped to the floor. He fired. The man popped two feet off the floor with a screeching yipe, released Sarah onto the bed and she fell off to the floor as he crumpled into the fetal position and shrieked rapid ragged gasping wails, wallowing and flopping over to one side, then back to the other.

Flynn pulled the trigger. The gun clicked. He turned its profile to him. The slide was half back. He tried to rack it but it wouldn't move. He tossed it aside and dragged himself over the carpet into the room, grunting, growling with the effort. Blood trickled over his right ear. "Sarah, I'm coming!" he called and pushed himself to his knees. He crawled faster to them, climbed on top of the man, turned his face up to him and slammed a right cross against the man's jaw as hard as he could. The man's head snapped to the left and teeth clattered off the wall. His screaming ceased in that instant and he lay still, breathing deep and fast. Flynn looked up and saw a butcher knife on the nightstand. He took it, held it to the man's neck, then said, "No. No, we ain't finished with you, fucker!" he tossed the knife back toward the kitchen.

He rolled over and sat up with a groan. "Fucking clownface! Are you shitting me?!" Sarah lay in the fetal position on the floor, mouth drawn wide in a horrid grimace of terror, blubbering and sniffling, rocking back and forth, tears and snot pouring from her. "It's me, Sarah! It's Flynn! It's over, alright? It's over! I'm going to hug you and...hold onto you."

He pulled her up to him and she didn't fight. He growled with the effort to stand with her in his arms and laid her on the mattress, then climbed over her and pulled her to him. He had to pry her arms apart, and then she realized who he was and hugged him tight around his massive back. He stroked her and soothed her, "Shh. Shh. I've got you, now. "We're not gonna let anyone hurt you." She wrapped her legs around his legs.

Then they both heard someone screaming in fast, desperate shrieks outside on the other side of the house. The shrieks spiked in pitch to a strident falsetto squeal. Then it warbled back down into frantic gasping yelps, growling and sobbing yelps. About a minute later, Cassandra appeared in the bedroom doorway, covered in blood and dirt, panting. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she just needs to be comforted. Jesus, are you okay?"

Cassandra walked up to the bed. She looked at him. "Oh...yeah, it's not my blood." She tossed a severed nutsack at the foot of the man on the floor. The spermatic cords trailed long out of it. She had ripped a man's balls off. "Is he the last one?"

"Me...I don't - I have no idea!"

"Yeah, he's the last one. You okay?"

"Yeah he knocked me on the head and then went after her. He was gonna rape her but I came to and shot him."

She knelt and spread the man's legs. "Ha! You fucking blew the tip of his dick off!"

Flynn started to speak, then burst into laughter and she joined him. "I - I wasn't - I was aiming center-mass and my arm fell."

She moved out of the way so he could see, and he had shot the man exactly in his glans and blown it off. There was a bullet hole in the wall over the nightstand and blood dripped from it.

Sarah slowly began to calm down and now only sobbed into his chest, heaving and rocking with relief. They felt the sheets slide up over them as Cassandra tucked them in. He stuffed a pillow under Sarah's head, then one under his and purred in her ear, "You're safe now."

"You must've punched this guy." He turned and she was examining the man on the floor. He was out cold, breathing deep.

"Yeah," he said. "I knocked his teeth out."

"I'm pretty sure you broke his jaw! It's already swelling."

"Yeah, well, fuck him. He deserved it."

"Oh, he deserves a lot more," she purred with bloodlust, then stood and looked around the room, out into the kitchen. "Well, fuck! Shit, the day's begun! I mean, at this point! I'm not going back to bed now!" The clock read "4:46." "Fuck. Might as well get some coffee going."

"And some food."

"Yeah, you got it." She pulled open the top dresser drawer, took out two pairs of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape and closed it. She cuffed the man's hands behind his back then dragged him out of sight into the shower. Flynn listened to the shower run for a few minutes. Sarah's sobs were steadily dwindling. Then she reappeared, clean all over, hair slicked behind her.

"What are you gonna do to him?" Flynn asked.

"I'm not gonna do anything to him. Sarah is. Is she asleep?"

Flynn purred in her ear, "Sarah? Honey?" She breathed deep and slow and didn't answer. "Yeah, she's sleeping."

"Good. And I think you can kinda guess."

"Once I've eaten something, I'll clean up the mess."

"Sweet. You're awesome."