'Forget it, pet. That's past. For you and I there's just right now. It will always be like this. I'll wake in the morning and ask myself: 'What will I do with the darling today?' And you'l wake up in my chains and wonder: 'What will she do to me. .
what will she do?' Does that give you the hots the way it does me, sweetheart?'
'Yes, I'm afraid it does.' Ilona twisted against her four stakes and said a heartfelt:
'Oh, damn!'
The wise fingers were evoking gasps and the straining of a nude torso against its bonds. Now they whispered their way down across the concave bel y into the shining pubic hair. One went further. . Ilona moaned.
'No, darling, no orgasm. I've got you to where it's agony for me to stop, so I'll stop. You're being punished, remember?'
'Cicely. . please!' It was a wail of anguish.
'No, dear. I'd better not touch you again or you'l explode. I can tell the signs. If you like, I can give you a cut with the whip? That'll cool it down?'
'No, never mind. . Mmmmm. .!'
'I'm wondering about the cocks and pricks, pet.' Cicely admitted reflectively.
'That's what you're tied here for. It's almost a sacrificial binding. Gosh, you're beautifully available to any male thing out sniffing for cunt.'
Ilona contented herself with straining tautly to demonstrate her helplessness within her ties. Cicely would do as she pleased, so why plead. But, in her darkness, she drank in every word, hoping for reprieve.
'But now I'm not sure I want Josh's sperm inside you, or any other man's.'
Cicely's musing tone verged on apology. 'Your lovely slit belongs to me.' She patted the lovely slit lovingly to make its owner gasp in joy, risking orgasm. 'In fact I'm thinking of rewarding you with a nibble this evening, so I don't want a pol uted puss. . Ugh! I'm going to let the possibility of Josh hang in your mind, it could still happen, y'know? even the dog. . ! I can't rob you of all your cunt crinkles. But I've thought of something else, something exquisitely clean from me to you.'
Ilona' flaring nostrils and in-drawn breath spelt ecstasy.
'The whip.' Cicely's two words vibrated passion. 'Inside your thighs, sweetheart, it hurts with such a special kind of pain in there. Or your breasts, or that nice flat tummy, or across your pouting pussy? Did you know your pussy pouted, darling?'
Silence and darkness! The bound girl tensed for agony. It did not come. Instead, Cicely's voice tinkled mischief.
'It might be me, Ilona, you won't know. Or it might be Nora who whips you: I might even allow Josh. .! One lash. . Out of the silence. . In the dark!'
The helpless woman, spread and nude, heard no more sound. Her owner departed as silently as she had come. Or was she still there looking down and smiling at her possession! Ilona could not tell: she would never be able to tell. The cuts across her bare skin would come from nowhere without warning. Cicely was clever. She had taken away the messy ugliness of impalement and replaced it with the searing cleanliness of agony?
The blow was exactly as promised. A scald from knee to groin within the tenderness of her right thigh. Ilona screamed and was galvanized into frenetic surges of energy against the stakes. The four stakes and the four cords at wrist and ankle held her fast. Cicely's clear laughter penetrated the dark.
'I had to be the first, darling. I just had to. You respond so exquisitely.' Hot lips took possession of her own and kissed hard and harder yet. A wicked finger traced the rising weal to make Ilona moan and strive to arch her nakedness from the ground. A soft whisper was in the captive ear. 'Keep track, sweetheart. See if you can tell how many are mine and how many from Nora or Josh.'
The silence and the dark were suddenly a void. Al her five senses told the staked prisoner she was alone. To Ilona, Cicely's presence was a tangible entity, but it was no longer there. She sighed and relaxed, refusing to stay tensed. Her next agony would come when it came, meanwhile she would nurse the one she had.
It was a small sad compensation for such bitter pain, but the girl who was whipped kept her tally of each stroke upon her flesh. To her, they were unmistakable.
Four more from her mistress, four from Nora, one fearful stroke across her sex from Josh, to a total of ten. She sobbed and moaned her way out of the pain from each, only to lay there, a taut 'X' awaiting a cruelty she had not earned. A cruelty for which she found herself unable to bear malice. When, after many centuries, fingers tugged at the knots of her bindings her moans of pleasure were the strangest ones of all.
'I tied you so tight it takes a minute, but I'll soon have you loose. Was it very bad, Ilona?'
Ilona did her best to tell how very bad it had been. But found herself more thankful to tell of how good it was to be freed. When the cords were taken from a wrist she flexed her arm joyously as the maid pursued her task from stake to stake. She did not tear at the blinds on her eyes but waited passively for Nora to give her back her sight. When it came she saw it was the beginning of evening. Wallowing in the sensuous motions of release, she said over and over: 'Oh, Nora, thank you, thank you, thank you!' Then, simply: 'Kiss me. I want to kiss you.'
It was good to have arms again. Ilona used them to enfold her companion in nakedness while their lips clung, appeasing the lonely hunger of slaves. When Nora returned the speech she sounded anxious. 'You O.K., Miss Paisley?'
'I think I am, just stiff.' Ilona rose to her feet and indulged in orgy of liberated motion. 'I'm fine.' She said joyously. 'Look, I can kick. . Mmmmmm, this is so wonderful!'
'Can you walk alright? That cut over your cunt Josh gave you? It don't stop you walking?'
Ilona felt her swollen labia and winced. 'It was just pain, Nora, that's all. It's still tender but I've still got a pussy. Nora, aren't you supposed to put something on me? I mean, handcuffs or something?'
'Sure I am. But I'm not going to. I'm sick of being mean to you. What I want right now is for you to run. There's nothing to stop you. Run like crazy. I'll cover for you as long as I can. . By then you can be ten miles away.'
'Nora??' Ilona was bereft in shock.
'Do it.' Nora's command was peremptory. 'You do it, Miss. It's maybe your only chance.'
'But she'll know! She'll punish you terribly!'
'Can't help that. Sure, I'll get a whipped ass or be tied up for a week. So what?!'
'But, unless you can come too??'
Nora laughed bitterly. 'No way!' She kicked a shackled foot. 'Josh ain't going to chisel these off to oblige us.'
'Then I won't go!' The released captive was adamant. 'Nora, darling, handcuff me.'
'I can't, Miss Paisley. I didn't even have orders to untie you. You're still supposed to be spread out on the ground.'
The brief silence was heavy with portent. Then, Ilona's decision was incisive. 'Tie me to those stakes again, Nora. You must.'
'It's no good, Miss Paisley. You're supposed to stay there 'till midnight. Then she's going to untie you herself. You couldn't see, but she's dropped wax on the knots I've untied. Even if I tie you again she's going to know.' Nora's voice turned wistful: 'I've done it, Ilona. If you don't run I'll be whipped for nothing.'
Ilona Paisley would remember the moment forever. It was the moment of a decision she could not make, a decision to change a life. 'I can't run away.' She admitted is shame. 'I'm in love with Cicely.'
Nora laughed ruefully. 'Think I don't know that! It's been sticking out a mile.'
'Then why untie me?'
'Because you could get free and then have me freed, and then make love to her anyway you pleased.'
'What, behind prison bars!'
'Ain't no way that much Texas money ever gets behind bars, Miss Paisley. Please do it for both our sakes. . ?'
Ilona kissed her hard, then turned and ran into the gathering dusk.
It was the second day. A naked woman sat on a rock on a small rise and surveyed her world. As far as she could tell she was its only human occupant. Ilona Paisley was facing the realization of being lost and being very, very hungry. She had found water in her flight, but that was all. Her bare feet were filthy with dust, their soles wounded and protesting. She was also facing a second realization, one that filled her with disgust with her own mixed up emotions. Ilona Paisley had made a terrible mistake.
