She did not answer. The food and coffee was fast returning her to life, her mind active. When Rance produced rope and ran it through his fingers while surveying her thoughtfully, she exclaimed: 'You don't need that! You know you don't! Al three of us know what you're going to do with me. I'm not screaming?'
'You'll be tied. Don't beef.'
He meant it. She could only temporize. 'What, right this minute? I'm so sick of being tied. I don't see why you can't trust me?'
'Hell, kid, we like ter' see you with them little flippers crossed behind yer back.
Makes you look damn purty.' Luke reassured. 'Besides, might stop yer doin'
somethin' foolish.'
'Have I got to get up and let you tie me right now?'
'We'd 'preciate that, maam.' Rance's politeness was mockery.
Pouting, Ilona rose for the shame they would impose. Sullenly, she stood while her wrists were crossed and tied tighter than need be. While the cords bit at her already chafed skin she wondered, bitterly, why girls were not born with hands fastened thus. . It seemed their natural condition.
'You still concerned 'bout Miss Woods, lady?'
'Of course I am. Where??'
'Even though she ironed yer neck? Seems like ter me?'
'Never mind my collar. I like it. Where is she?'
'Right handy. No need to fret. Come along.'
This time the bound and naked girl's trek led to the barn. Luke and Rance engaged in repartee which she ignored. Ilona's first euphoria at release from the post had been displaced by suspicion. Now, the rope on her wrists told her something most definitely was wrong. She had a terrible premonition of what it might be.
'Just a nice friendly visit.' Said Luke.
'Everything neat and tidy, and real handy, like.' Rance added.
Two bales of hay. On one, Cicely, on the other Nora.
Both were naked. They had been simply but ingeniously bound upon their backs, arms dragged down and forward so wrists could be tied to ankles dragged down and back. Both ties were cinched and held by a rope beneath the bale. In Nora's case her irons had been similarly disposed of beneath the tight packed hay. Their breasts were taut under stress but arrogantly displayed, their pubic hair and splayed thighs were an open invitation, a pillow had been thrust beneath each pair of hips to elevate the vulva above the lower end of the bale. They were perfectly postured for the impalement of their sex. They could not move.
'Real cosy now we've found all three of you.' Luke said warmly.
'I hoped they'd miss you, darling.' Cicely said wanly. 'You'd be better off strapped to the post than in on this deal. Oh, shit!'
'She's a nice piece of ass but damned ungrateful.'
Rance explained good naturedly. 'We're doin' our best fer her but she's got a fool notion 'bout bein' untied and walkin' around.'
'Why not, you bastard?' Cicely demanded. 'We're naked. We can't outrun you.
Tying us up this way is just plain mean. It's a beastly way to tie a woman.'
'Damn handy fer us, maam.'
'Dammit', man, I've got handcuffs, I've got chains and padlocks. I've even got a dungeon. You can screw us to a fare-ye-well and still keep us prisoners without roping us into pretzels. And you don't need to gag Nora, she didn't call you anything worse than I'm likely to.'
'Still the grand lady, aincha', Miz Woods.'
'I'm not whining: if that's what you mean. You've fucked me and I know you'll fuck me again. I'm willing to look at it as simply one of those things. . I think you're crazy not to let me pay you off.' Cicely was straining at the ropes in anger. Her voice still held authority.
'We'll take what you got in the Ranch House, maam. It's 'nuff ter git us far, far away. Now we're havin' us a time with three o' the prettiest cunts I ever did see.
When we can't git it up no more we'll breeze along.'
'How long will that be?'
'Can't tell, lady. Never did have three cunts at one time 'afore. . ! Mebbee a week.'
'A week, tied like this! We'll be dead!'
'Sorta' doubt that. You're real spunky. Don't worry none, maam, you'l git ter go to the bathroom and you'l git ter eat and drink. Might give yer a shot o' bourbon.
We've sorta taken a shine to you.'
'Alright then. Put the other two somewhere safe while you have your fun with me.' Cicely was vehement. 'I promise I'll be a lot nicer for you if they don't get touched.'
'You'll be nice, maam. If you don't, all three of you git's your little asses whipped, but good.'
Ilona saw her darling sag. It was useless. The men held all the cards. Three females would service them in bound obedience. Help would come sometime but not soon enough. The privacy of Cicely Woods's ranch hideaway was too well respected.
'You're passing up a million dollars.' The richest girl in Texas said listlessly. 'I think you're nuts.'
'You three gal's worth more'n a million, Miz Woods. Luke and me's wel satisfied.'
Ilona had expected a third bale. Instead, she was laid down on the straw and her ankles tied back to her thighs. It was a painful stress on her knees to have her heels digging into soft flesh and to have them bound there by cords that must, of necessity, be deeply indented in her skin. When the knots were tied she found herself with nothing below her knees. Her feet and legs had been taken from her as though by amputation. She lay on the straw, helpless to do other than roll around. The only help she could give her tied wrists was to lay on her side.
'Neat and tidy.' Said Rance.
'Still needs a little something.' Luke looked around.
'Ah, this'll do!' He took the sawn off broomstick and began to whittle away at both ends. 'This here's gonna' be damn cute.'
Ilona wanted to curse them but was too frightened. She watched the sharpening of the stick in trepidation, then moaned in desolate protest as one point was thrust against her flesh above one knee, and then her thighs spread far asunder to enable the opposite point to be similarly positioned. When the tension of the spread was released the broomstick held her thighs wide open, each end anchored by its puncturing of her skin. Looking down, she saw her pubic hair flaunting itself like a flag.
'We want to fuck you we take the stick away.' Luke demonstrated. A spot of blood above each knee made it easy for him to replace the spreader. Blood marked the spot. 'In the meantime yer little pussy gits ter look around.'
'It hurts. . horribly.'
'That spreads her wide open, you sons of bitches,' Cicely protested. There's no need of it. She's helpless anyway.'
'Shut up.' Luke admonished. 'We like it.'
Ilona moaned. She now had no choice but to lie on her bound arms. The obscene deployment of her lower limbs robbed her of any effective motion. The pointed stick hurt enough to make her want to cry. She watched their captors saunter from the barn, then turned to her beloved. 'Oh, Cicely, you shouldn't be like that, you just shouldn't! It's so terribly wrong!'
'What about you, sweetheart! I'm not sure you don't have it worse.'
'Well. . well, I'm. . I mean, I belong to you. I don't count. Oh, Cicely, I can't get loose! Just no way! I want to get loose so much so's I could untie you.'
'That makes three of us, pet. I'm thinking of your poor back and dear little bottom. They must be sore as hell. I feel an absolute bitch. I whipped you, but good!'
'Darling, we can't help my back. This isn't your fault. Where's Josh?'
'Locked in a corn crib. No help there. These bastards had things timed perfectly.
Look, see if we can't soft soap 'em into putting us in handcuffs or chains. Being tied like this for hours and hours is murder. The sons of bitches know their knots.'
'How many times. .?'
