When I saw Bubba start to move his hips in response to Neeka's stroking, I knew my chance had arrived. It was just a question of how long it would take them to realize what I was up to and get to me. If they were not distracted enough, or if they were too quick, or I was too slow, my chance would be gone and Bubba and Leon would be able to do anything they wanted to my family and friends. I tried to psych myself up for what I had to do. It was going to hurt like hell, but there was only one way for me to get loose. Once I was free, if both Bubba and Leon came after me, then Jim could open that door.
I went over the moves in my head, so I would not have to think about it while I was doing it. Up, under, through, down. It was a move I had done before in a tumbling routine when I was eleven. I was sure I was limber enough to do it again, but could I do it quickly enough?
After one last look at Bubba and Leon, I closed my eyes and looked for the trance-state that would be the only thing that could make this possible. It took longer than usual to get there, but I made it. I took a deep breath and blew it out. Then I leaned back took all 105 pounds of my weight on my breasts as I kicked my feet straight up in the air. I went through the pike position and kept going. When my back was bent enough and my ass was high enough, I pushed down with my hands and slipped the rope over my butt. I pulled with my stomach muscles as hard as I could until my feet touched the hook in the ceiling. I hooked my left big toe in the metal hook and bent my right leg and pushed my foot through between my arms. I let go of the hook with my toe and did the same with my other leg. Now my hands were in front of me. I quickly dropped my feet back to the bench and grabbed the release of one clamp and then the other. That did it. I was free with my hands tied in front of me.
I looked down the room to see everyone watching me. Bud, Jim, Lori, Sara, Neeka, Bubba and Leon were all staring at me. Neeka was the only one with an excuse to have her mouth open, but they all did. My plan had been to get Bubba and Leon to come after me, but they hadn't moved. I flipped them both the bird and hopped off the weight bench to the floor. Now they were moving. Both of them came after me with murder in their eyes; Bubba with his big cock slapping his dirty thighs as he ran.
I stepped to my left and grabbed hold of one of the larger dumbbells without even thinking if I could lift it or not. I yanked it off the rack and in the same motion I threw it at Leon, who arrived quicker than Bubba. It hit him in the ribs with a satisfying crunch and Leon collapsed to the floor.
In that instant, I understood that my mental control had another consequence. My trance magnified my physical strength. By several times, judging from the speed with which I had thrown the dumbbell at Leon. I became aware of a sensation of great power flowing through me. In the heat of the moment I could do little more than accept this and keep moving, because the fight was only half over.
Bubba came on with his little homemade shiv held over his head. His momentum was my only advantage. As he got within range, he swung the knife at my throat. I leaned back and did a perfect high-kick. At least it would have been a high-kick, if Bubba's balls had not been in the way. I felt the solid contact with his cum-swollen balls at the same time as I felt the knife brush my throat. Bubba bent over and dove for the floor. I thought I had got the best of the exchange until I felt an odd sensation on my neck and saw a spurt of bright red arterial blood arc from my severed carotid. It gushed out all over Bubba's prone form.
I slapped my hand over the cut in my neck as hard as I could and fear took hold of me. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. I pressed my palm against my neck and thought, "HEAL!"
The adrenalin must have provided the energy necessary for my unusual mental control to obey my will. I felt completely and instantly calm. Suddenly, my neck felt hot and then the feeling returned to normal. I dropped out of trance.
Belatedly, I remembered the goal of the exercise. "Get the DOOR!" I yelled, not even bothering to look. I was watching Bubba and Leon to make sure they did not manage to get up before help arrived. I heard the door slam open. I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs, "BRUTE! HELLLLLLP!"
There was a pause of about three seconds, during which I mentally crossed my fingers that he would not be too far into the woods to hear me. I needn't have worried. At the count of three, my savior came bounding into the room. He took one look around and ran over to where I was standing. Bubba and Leon had just about managed to sit up. Bubba was holding his balls with both hands and Leon had his arms wrapped around his chest.
My 200 plus pounds of very protective Mastiff looked at the two strange men and growled. It wasn't a doggy growl. It was more like a lion's roar. It was deep and it was loud and it scared the crap out of me. What it did to Bubba and Leon was not in any way figurative.
"Brute! If they move, EAT THEM!" Brute probably didn't know what I was saying, but Bubba and Leon did, and that was good enough. They looked like they thought "dog food" had been tattooed on them.