Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

how I could pull my gun out and shoot all of them dead before getting a bullet in my back.
    “Did you frisk ‘em?” he asked the guy behind us, making me feel like he’d just read my mind.
    “No.”
    “Are you fuckin’ stupid? You bring these bitches in here and don’t search ‘em first? Jesus, J-Dog, you’ve got oatmeal for brains sometime, you know that?”
    I turned in time to see J-Dog pressing his lips together, and I sensed some pent up rage in him, making me hope we could possibly use that to our advantage later.
    The short guy moved up close and started feeling our bodies, spending extra time on our chests and in our crotches.
    “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to find any weapons in my vagina,” I said.
    That earned me a slap on the face and some more rough handling down there. “Better shut up or I’ll think you like it,” he said, being even rougher.
    My face flamed red, both from the humiliation of being violated and in anger. I was so looking forward to feeding this guy his nuts in reverse. I tried not to smile at the vision of that move, lest he think he was turning me on with his cruel perversions.
    He took the gun and knife from my waistband, but missed the one in my moccasin. It was smaller, but just as deadly as the other. I prayed over and over that he’d do the same with Winky. She put up with the same humiliation as I did, and was relieved of her gun and knife in her pants too. As soon as he turned away, she spit on the ground near his feet.
    The slave girls who were awake, flinched, eyeing their captor with stark fear in their eyes.
    He stopped, not turning. He tipped his head up and turned it a bit to the side. “Did that bitch just spit at me?”
    The guy, J-Dog, behind us cleared his throat. “Kind of.”
    Oh, shit … this cannot be good. Even his own guy is trying to protect Winky.
    The slavedriver turned around and walked over to her swiftly, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her away.
    “Winky!” I yelled, reaching for her, afraid to go with her because of the gun still pointed at my back.
    “Let’s go take a little walk, shall we?” said the guy, bringing her towards the tree. “Wake up boys!” he yelled. “Time to have some fun!” He kicked the ones who were sleeping in the back, before smashing Winky in the face, sending her to the ground in a stunned heap. I could tell even from where I was standing, that he’d packed a solid punch. He was short but stout, and his fist looked like a leg of lamb.
    “You two go get her,” he said, gesturing at me. “I’m gonna work on this one, first. Then you can come have some sloppy seconds.” He undid his belt and pulled it out of its loops.
    The other two advanced on me, their sleepy faces coming awake quickly, their confusion being replaced with evil grins. “Nice,” said one of them. “Not a friggin twig like those other ones,” he said, not even looking at the other girls sitting on the ground.
    The other one joined in. “I like me a girl with some meat on her bones.” He was rubbing his hands together while the other one unbuttoned his pants.
    What to do, what to do, what to do , I chanted in my head, as the slavedriver with Winky lifted his arm up and brought the leather belt down onto her hunched-over back.
    She screamed shrilly, arching backwards with the pain. I could tell she was still dizzy from the punch, and seemed unable to get her bearings. I had to do something before he beat her too badly. Or worse.
    “Don’t!” screamed one of the girls, looking at the guys coming for me. “Leave her alone! Please don’t rape her!”
    I was shocked to actually hear the words. I saw their pants being loosened and the gleam in their crazy eyes, but until they were nearly on me, I hadn’t fully grasped that I was about to lose my virginity to rapist slavedrivers.
    “Oh, hell no,” I said, dropping into fighting stance. I calculated the difference between getting shot in the back and being raped, deciding that being shot was a better end result for me; so I had nothing to lose by fighting.
    “I’ll shoot!” J-Dog said from behind me, his voice quaking.
    “Do it!” I yelled, not even looking at him, circling to the side to get some distance between me and the two a-holes who obviously wanted to eat their own testicles.
    “Don’t shoot her,” said one of them. “I want a taste first.”
    I scrubbed my foot in the ground hard, hoping like hell that I was at least loosening up the dirt a