'Didn't turn out half-bad though,' Wes said with a wry grin. 'You city-folks got your fucking playground… and me an ol' Silas… we got about all the fucking we can use!'
Roxanne shrank back against the wall, aware of how the two men leered at her. The one called Silas was pulling off his pants, exposing the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen. 'Oooooh,' she moaned, half in terror, half in trembling anticipation.
'Which one you want?' Wes asked. He was in a generous mood, grinning slyly behind his thick growth of beard.
Silas looked at Babs, naked and cowering on the floor at the head of the bed, then at the older, lushbodied woman with the silver-streaked hair. 'Damn tough choice to make,' he said.
Melissa sulked, leaning back against the center support timber. In a way, she was grateful, but also disappointed that neither of the men mentioned her. They didn't even seem aware she was in the room.
'I think maybe I'll fuck her,' Silas said with a nod toward Roxanne. 'I haven't had a prime ripe pussy like that in a long time!'
'Damn you!' Roxanne drew her firm, softly curved body into a knot. 'I'm not a piece of meat you can fight over like a pair of hungry dogs!' She rolled off the bed and bolted for the door.
Silas made a grab to stop her, but he had his buckskin pants bunched around his ankles, and they hobbled him. Roxanne jerked free of his grasp and pulled him off balance. Silas took two short, faltering steps with his pants almost tying his feet together. He tripped and crashed down like a falling tree.
'Oh, nnnooo!' Babs cried. She wished Roxanne hadn't made the attempt. She knew it would only make things worse – perhaps worse for all of them.
Wes had bent down, grabbed Babs' arm and pulled her to her feet. He was pushing her toward the other bed on the far side of the sunken chamber when Roxanne made her desperate break for the door.
'Damn you!' he growled, glaring at Roxanne. He gave the willowy little blonde a tremendous shove. She went recling and stumbling in front of the ramp, dragging the chain locked around her ankle.
Roxanne saw it, but not in time to stop. She tripped and sprawled at the base of the ramp, moaning when her head clunked hard on the packed earth floor. Beyond, she could see a thin sliver of daylight and radiant blue sky – so close, but so impossibly far away.
Wes gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. 'I don't think we got this one properly trained…'
'Shit, no!' Silas kicked free from his pants and stood up naked, brushing dust from his hairy chest. 'Where's that damn whip we use when jackass gets stubborn in the mine?'
He glanced around and found the long black braided leather in an ominous-looking coil on the wall. Silas grabbed for it, flicked his arm, and ran the lash snake-like across the floor. The shining black leather braids picked up a thin film of dust.
'No, please!' Babs cried, hunched against the wall where she'd fallen after reaching the end of her chain. 'Don't whip her!'
Silas turned, hissing with rage. He snapped up his arm and struck out with the whip. It made a sharp crack almost like a gunshot and left a tiny, but brutally painful welt on Babs' thigh only an inch from her quaking blonde- fringed pussy lips.
'Don't any of you bitches ever say no!' he warned. He felt a smoldering rage. He'd been made a fool of once when Wes beat him out for Babs, and again when this lush bitch caught him with his pants down.
He whirled back to face her. Wes held her arm in a grip like a vice, his fingers clenched so hard that Roxanne could feel the loss of circulation in her hand. 'Tie her arms around that big timber in the middle of the room,' Silas said.
'Sure, little brother!' He laughed viciously.
Silas was a real master with the whip. Even in the cramped tunnel of their mine, he could snap the lash just hard enough to make a jackass bray and forget its stubbornness, but not hard enough to break the skin and put the beast in need of medical attention or leave a wound that might get infected. The whip in his big hand only delivered pain – sharp, excruciating, agonizing pain.
Roxanne's nostrils flared as Wes dragged her backward toward the heavy round limber. She tried twice to kick him in the shin, but could not keep her balance long enough to launch and effective blow.
'Huunnngh!' she groaned in frustration and mounting fear. She could see Babs fingering the small but nasty little welt. Wes hurled her against the heavy round pillar so hard that her head snapped back and hit it with a dull thud.
Melissa scurried out of the way, not even bothering to get up. She cowered and seemed to be hugging the floor, fearful that the brothers' rage would spill over onto her. She held her breath and stared wide-eyed, not daring to make a sound that would remind either of them she was there.
Wes pulled Roxanne's arms back, one on each side of the timber, and lashed her wrists with a slimy piece of rawhide. It slithered on the woman's skin and felt like something alive until he pulled the last knot tight with a grunt. Then she found it as cold and unyielding as a metal band.
'Ooooh, nnnn…' She almost said 'no', but caught herself at the last moment, trembling as she bit her lip. Having her arms pulled back and bowed around the big timber made her large tits thrust invitingly beneath her blouse.
'Ain't that the finest set of tits you've seen in a long time?' Silas asked with a leering grin.
'She's got a fine ass too,' Wes agreed. 'Hope she don't get it all bruised up banging it against that timber.'
Roxanne had seen a blazing shower of sparks before her eyes when she bumped her head, and her mind had not cleared yet. This all seemed like a horrible nightmare – something that could not possibly be real.
One moment, she'd been surrounded by sunshine and spectacular scenery. Then the next, she was dragged, gagging, into an underground chamber of horrors.
Silas advanced slowly, trailing the lash behind. 'Being a city bitch, you've probably never seen a man what is really good with a whip.'
'Nnn – I mean, that's right… I never have.'
'Silas can peel and section an orange with that thing,' Wes told her.
'Oooohhhh!' The domed room was quite warm with heat from the old cookstove. Almost stifling, it seemed to Babs. But Roxanne felt a bitter chill and broke into a cold sweat.
'I'm gonna peel your blouse and shorts off, and anything you happen to have on underneath,' Silas said.
'Please, nnn – I won't try to run again.'
Silas laughed scornfully. 'Not tied to a fucking log… you can't. But I gotta make sure you been tamed real good before I cut you loose for fucking.'
'Uuunnngh!' Roxanne winced and closed her eyes. His cock looked as long, thick and hard as the knobbed handle of the whip. And every bit as vicious. A web of veins pulsed along its sides, throbbing anxiously with desire. At the moment, she didn't know which she feared most.
'I'm gonna fuck this little blonde's pretty ass while you're whipping that other bitch into shape,' Wes said. He caught Babs by the arm and jerked her toward the bed, her long golden hair streaming.
'Aaaggghhh!' she howled.
'No!' Roxanne screamed. 'No, you animal! Leave her alone!'
Silas' face curled with a malicious grin. 'I told you never to say no!' His big whip hand arched back and blurred forward. The lash hissed through the air and snapped with a vicious pop.
The top button of Roxanne's blouse flew off, and a two-inch circle of cloth was tattered all around, but the biting tip barely, touched her skin. She felt only a menacing hiss like hot breath on the cleft between her full tits.
Wes pushed Babs face-down on the gray fur blanket spread over the bed and watched her writhe. She felt a strange mixture of sensations. She loved the silky feel of fur against her bare skin, but dreaded the massive cock she knew would soon be lodged deep in the tight, quivering ring of her ass.
Roxanne cast her glance toward Babs, not wanting to see or know when the whip might strike again. The girl's anxious squirming amazed Roxanne. The rippling cat-like motions of her body made it look like she actually wanted what they both knew would come next.
Silas flicked the lash back along the packed earth floor and shot it out again with an underhand motion. The
