“Now listen up,” I said as I covered her mouth with my left hand and pulled up hard against her crotch with my right. “You’re mine and this is mine,” I said and I gave her groin a good solid jerk forward and back. “Now if you think for one second that I am going to let any of those men touch you than you are sorely mistaken, but right now I really need you to listen. OK?”
Mandy blinked her eyes and nodded her head against my hand.
“We are going to head back to the catacombs as quickly and quietly as possible,” I said as I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy. “You don’t need to worry about anything else, you just get to that hole and get in there, you got me?”
Again Mandy shook her head yes.
“Alright,” I said as I gently pulled my hand from her mouth and looked out the doorway. The coast was still clear because I knew it would take them several minutes just to make it to the edge of where I had started clearing. “Now get moving. I’ll be right behind you.”
“I love you,” Mandy said with a genuinely terrified look on her face.
“RUN DAMNIT!”
Mandy bolted out the door like she had lightning flying out of her ass. To see her scamper over the ground with such relative ease was really amazing. I had only a few minutes to do what I had in mind so I made every moment count. As I had been clearing things out, I had made this enormous brush pile. Not that you would be graded on such a thing, but it would make the perfect camouflage for the opening to the catacombs, especially since we had only been in there one time and there was not an established path. Following Mandy I watched her slip into the hole as I stepped up to the massive pile of debris. Luckily for me I had made the pile just up the hill from where I had fallen through the vines. It was sheer luck because I had done this long before I had known of the existence of the catacombs. Moving the pile actually wound up being easier than I thought. One good push and a bit of walking while going hand over hand and the whole pile turned over, spreading out not only over the entrance to the catacombs but over a good portion of the surrounding area as well. “No pats on the back Dave,” I said to myself, “Just get in the fucking hole.”
As I clambered down through the debris filled hole I could hear the voices of the following Mexicans break out into the clear. It sounded like there was 4 or 5 of them for sure, but I was not about to go and ask how many was in their party. It was time to hunker down and wait them out. As I saw it, we had the upper hand of position. I did not want to have to fight, especially when outnumbered 5 to 1 by a bunch of machete wielding dudes who had nothing to lose. But there was one thing in the world that I would fight for, and she was kneeling down right beside me.
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