Resist if you can

You wriggle about on the bed as much as your bonds will allow.

The figure closest to your head is still busy with your hair pulling and tugging it this way and that.

With each maneuver you feel a twinge of pain dart across your scalp.

Your muffled shouts of pain are stifled by the large rubber ball clamped into your mouth.

The other figure gets closer to your side now from a pocket on her belt she pulls out a flick knife.

Once again your muffled screams do little to dissuade her advance. Your panicked wiggle only seem to make the knife blade come at you quicker.

You close your eyes, you dare not look at the steel pierce your naked flesh.

But it never happens , you feel the pressure of the blade on your chest but no pain.

You slowly open one eye.

The cut remains of your bra are wrapped in the leather gloved finger tips of the knife holding figure.

Both of you perky breasts are now exposed to these freaks, great that was all you needed.

The intruder that was so intently moving your hair had finally stopped .

You were able to move your head now, you glanced over at the mirror at the side of your bed.

Even in the gloom of your room you could make out what the intruder had been doing.

You head had been forced into a full latex balaclava. Your hair tied up into a high ponytail and threaded through a hole in the top.

On closer inspection of the intruders you could see that the same could be said about them.

A ginger ponytail for the knife wielder and a blonde for the "hairdresser".

Once again the flick knife came towards you. This time you kept your focus on the blade.

It came down to you underwear cutting the thin part of fabric that held it to your leg.

With little effort the two of them loosened your bondage and rolled you onto your side.

A brief moment but you might stand a chance to escape with the slackened bonds!