Cicely laughed bitterly. 'Four for me, two for Nora. We must have exhausted 'em.
They'd have fucked you by now if they'd had an erection to do it with. Gosh, sex with men is filthy!'
'Suppose they use us so much they lose interest?'
'That's our only hope. Sweetheart, all three of us have to use our wits and our mouths like crazy. Cut 'em down to size so they make their getaway. If and when I get loose I'll have all Texas on their trail. But by then we'l be the most screwed females in the State. . Damn and double damn!' Bitterly, she added: 'We'll be lucky if we don't get pregnant.'
By noon, Ilona Paisley had been impaled twice. Cicely and Nora once more each.
In the afternoon feminine lips and tongues had to be employed to rejuvenate male genitals. None of the females were children. They did what they must without concern for a fate worse than death. Their principal interest at the moment was in getting themselves chained instead of tied.
'Damned if we ain't hit the mother load here!' Rance exulted after a sexual afternoon. 'These gals is good.'
'Gotta' hand it to 'em, they're tryin'.' Luke conceded.
'Seein' as they'l git screwed steady tomorrow, what say we make 'em a bit more comfortable at night?'
Three female hearts raced hopefully.
'Shit, why not! This dame's got more stuff fer keepin' a gal' in one place than yer kin shake a stick at. No problem.'
'I'm goin' ter take the nigger wench ter bed with me. She got muscles in her cunt like yer wouldn't believe. I'll keep her well cinched. Look, Rance, I got me an idea.
How's about we give her majesty the sort of a whippin' she give the one with the collar? I mean, make a big deal out of it tomorrow with the other two watching. It'll perk our pricks up, and she won't be so sassy after.'
'Hot damn, you got an idea. Luke, that's a humdinger, I like it.' Rance slapped his thigh in glee. 'Give her ladyship something to think on.'
'Could whip one of 'em every day fer that matter. But the gal' with the collar ain't got much free space.'
'Can always whip her cunt. Always bin curious 'bout whippin' a gal's cunt? You know them books. .!'
'Shit, man, we whip's any part o' 'em we gits a notion to. They ain't got nothin'
ter say 'bout it. Good idea this, ter talk 'bout it. Git's their attention.'
'Why d'you have to punish us when we're doing everything you tell us to already?'
Ilona demanded.
'Ain't punishment, lady It's just good honest fun.'
'It's good honest agony for the girl.'
'Ain't she sweet, now! Speaks right out. 'Spose yer can't blame 'em not wantin' ter git their pelt striped.'
'Look, boys, here's a sensible idea.' Cicely's voice still held its ring. 'We'll give you the best time you've even dreamed about if you drop the rope and drop the whip.
Chain all three of us together? we can't run that way. At night lock the chain to anything handy so we stay put. You'll have girls with a bit of life in 'em. The way you're telling it we'll all be half dead.'
'Dammit', maam, I like you. You sure do try. I'm a lookin' forward to that whippin' you're goin' ter git.'
For the girls it was an impasse, for the men it was the most powerful moment of their lives. Their authority over the triple nudities was absolute. Throughout the afternoon they used their sexual facilities as the mood took them. When night came Nora was taken away to serve her masters elsewhere. Ilona and Cicely found themselves under an intense and amused scrutiny.
'Time for pee-pee and supper, ladies.'
Handcuffed wrists, handcuffed ankles! Luke and Rance carried a girl each to the house. There were no struggles, no protests. What was the use! In any case it felt good to be free of the punishing immobility of the barn and the orgasms they had yielded there in shame.
'Let us sleep properly in a bed tonight. . Please!' Supper was done. Dual handcuffs had impeded them but little. Cicely gave her plea everything she had.
'You aimin' ter sleep together or eat together, maam?'
'Can't we forget sex for a moment? You're going to half kill me tomorrow at that whipping post. Let me sleep tonight?'
'Gal's got a point, Luke. Her ass'll wiggle better under the whip fer a night's sleep.
But nix on the bed.'
They were carried back to the barn.
'I suppose we'd better feel grateful, darling.' Cicely's cuffed hands were fingering the chain and padlock round her neck. 'I think the bastards figure they're being kind.' She shrugged dolefully. 'Hell, maybe they are.'
Ilona's collar had been put to good use. It, too, trailed a chain and padlock.
Bitterly, she saw its anchoring lock would keep her from touching her love. Each of them were attached to one of the barn's vertical timbers. 'I suppose the handcuffs don't matter much.' She mused ruefully. 'We aren't going anywhere.'
'With this hardware on our necks they didn't need to cuff our ankles.' Cicely sniffed. 'And the only reason they make us sleep here on the straw is to rub my nose in the dirt.' She sniffed again. 'We could figure on being chained apart. No way they's let us get at each other? the sons of bitches!'
'Do we want to?' Ilona mourned. 'After what they've done to us. Oh, Cicely. .!'
'Of course we want to, pet. But that's beside the point.'
Cicely was still testing the new restraints by which she was made prisoner. 'I asked for chains.' She confessed bitterly. 'So I suppose I can't complain. Two things to do, sweetheart, sleep and watch for chances.'
'They mustn't whip you tomorrow, Cicely. They mustn't!'
'How we going to stop 'em!' Cicely paused. 'Darling. . being whipped like that. .? It's damn awful, isn't it?'
'It's unimaginable. A girl can't bear it.' Realization hit Ilona like a bomb.
'Dearest, you've never been whipped, have you? Not ever in your life? Oh, Cicely. .!'
' 'Fraid not, Pet. I don't expect to enjoy it, or be the noble heroine. They'l make you watch, and I'll disgrace myself.'
They sat on the straw, chained, prisoners of the padlocks, looking at each other in dolor. Surveying the morrow, and the next day and the next. .! Unhappily they slept.
Sometime in the night a gentle hand shook Ilona awake. She sat up, startled and afraid. Smiling at her in the gloom was a face she could not believe.
It was Susan Carmody.
Chapter Nine
'I can't help feeling ashamed of myself.' Ilona Paisley observed ruefully. 'I mean. . well, look at me. My hands tied behind my back. . and this collar! It won't come off, not ever. It's terribly revealing, about me.'
'It's darling. You look sweet with it on your neck.' Susan said firmly. 'I'm going to ask her to rivet one on me.' She sighed ecstatically. 'Isn't Cicely just super! She does everything so absolutely right.'
'Mmmmmmm. . yes, she's? oh, I don't have words. .' Ilona gazed up lovingly at the eager young face that could not go away. 'She's loaned us our? I mean, her bed, so we can talk for the afternoon, and she's left us free enough to do what we like.'
Susan giggled. 'I'm more free than you are, Mistress. You've got the collar and chain to that ring in the floor and your right ankle is handcuffed to my left.'
'That's not so bad.' Ilona sighed. 'You can't run away.'
'As if I'd want to!' Susan sighed dreamily. 'I'm going to eat you some more in a minute.' She rattled their handcuff happily. 'I can't stop thinking how lucky we were.
