By the end of the second hour Donna was sure those clouds were growing larger and coming their way. After three hours she was certain of it and the sun was beginning to get blocked out now and then. By lunch time the sky was filled with clouds in differing shades of white and gray.
She was checked up on at lunch time but fed. It was beginning to look like there would only be two meals a day for slaves. She wondered how the twins were doing, and Julie couldn’t help her much. “The boxes are still there,” was all the black girl would say. Nor would Julie tell her if Jan was all right. “She just hangs there. But what else can she do?” In a wild idea, Donna pictured Jan swinging back and forth like a child on a swing. But she shook that image away. It would hurt the wrists way too much for her, or Jan, to every try that stunt.
In mid afternoon the air was definitely more humid and the clouds darker. The sun was no longer visible and hadn’t been for a while. Donna was growing more and more restless in her sandy prison. Different parts of her body were itching madly. She would have loved to scratch them, with a passion. There was, as Julie had pointed out, quite a bit of difference between being relatively immobile in rope bondage and being totally immobile in ropes and tightly packed sand. She was growing more and more miserable and just knew that when evening came the mean Miss Margaret Summers would decide that she could spend the night buried in the garden.
The first raindrop hit the sand a few inches in front of Donna’s nose. She watched in disbelief as small circles of darkness sprang into being on the smooth surface of the sand. But the storm was not content to just drop a few tears on the captive girl. Suddenly the heavy raindrops descended in quantity, drenching her hair and pounding the sand around her. The wind suddenly came up, but it was a warm wind and just made the raindrop come in at an angle. Some of the drops splashed sand onto her lips and mouth and she had to spit it out as best she could.
In the middle of feeling sorry for herself, Donna suddenly remembered Jan and looked up with a start. Under the dark clouds and falling rain the naked girl still hung, her body swaying this way and that as the wind dictated. Donna wanted to cry out, to call for Julie, or even Margaret, to come and get Jan down, She did call out a few times but doubted anyone heard. It was very frustrating for the helpless girl to watch her beloved swinging around and around so high up and not be able to do a thing about it.
Donna didn’t now how long the rain lasted. But she was surprised to find that the water didn’t flood over her head and drown her. What didn’t absorb into the earth and sand simply ran off to her right. She was even more surprised to see a figure walking towards her in the heavy rain. It was Julie, her naked black skin shinning in the wetness of raindrops. She walked up to Donna and knelt beside the disembodied head in the sand.
“The Mistress is away,” she said with a smile. “While the cat’s away, the mice will play. And this mouse has definite ideas for you, sweetie.”
“Please get Jan down. She’ll fall or something!”
“She’s tied real tight and the rope won’t break,” commented the black girl. “Don’t worry about her, worry about yourself.”
“What do you mean?” Julie sat on the sand before Donna’s face and swung her legs around so they were on each side of Donna’s head.
“I want some sweet loving, and you’re the one to do it,” she purred, moving forward so that her pussy was under Donna’s nose. The black girl leaned back on her elbows and used her hands to push her hips forward until Donna’s nose was pressed against Julie’s sex. “Lick! Lick me real good,” she ordered. “Or I’ll bury your head in sand. If you ain’t good as a cunt-licker then you ain’t a good slavegirl.”
Donna had no choice. With skill born of many hours training by Jan, Donna began licking sensitive parts of the black girl’s sex. Her tongue lapped and probed and tickled the girl’s most sensitive places until Julie was moaning with pleasure. “Keep it up, baby, you’re doing good. Oh, so good!”
Far above Jan opened her eyes. Her wrists were screaming at her but there was nothing she could do about it. In the dim light and through heavy rain she looked down towards where she had seen Julie bury her Donna in the sand earlier. Jan could see the black girl lying on her back with both legs pressed tightly against Donna’s head. Julie had her head tilted back and the rain was falling full on her face and beating a tattoo on her lovely body. Even through the drumming of the rain and the sighing of the wind, she could hear the cry of pleasure from the black girl as she clamped her legs against Donna’s head, arched her body to push her vagina hard against a captive face, and crashed into orgasm.
Later the rain stopped, leaving one naked girl with water dropping from her toes as she hung limp and crying high overhead and another girl helplessly encased in sand.
Later that evening Donna was almost glad to be dunked in the water tank. It got the sand out of her hair, mouth and nose. And everywhere else. As anyone who’s ever made love on the beach knows, sand gets into everything. But it was still unpleasant to be hoisted up by her ankles and dunk half a dozen times upside down until even her feet were underwater. Each time she was brought up just when she was sure her breath would run out.
Jan’s wrists were deeply marked with red from the ropes that had taken all her weight all day. She told Donna that her hands were recovering but it hurt to move even the fingers. From the way Jan didn’t want to talk about it, Donna knew that hanging so far from the ground really shook up her friend. She longed to comfort Jan but the only thing she could do was to keep to herself Julie’s comments about the twins’ possible fate. Poor Jan had enough on her mind without knowing that something terrible might await her girls. After both Jan and Donna had been cleaned and locked to the wall rings by their necks, the twins were brought in, both having to be carried by Julie. The ropes were off the teenage girls but there were ugly marks on their arms and legs where the cord had been cutting in all day. The ropes had been replaced with a pair of handcuffs on each slender pair of wrists, another pair on slender ankles and a third pair on the girl’s elbows. The girls were no longer gagged but neither seemed to want to talk. Neither girl seemed to be able to move her limbs very well. When asked by their mother what was the matter, Pip simply said that they were very sore and stiff from having been crammed into a ball in those boxes all day and that they would be okay. By the time dinner came, the girls were able to stand again and use their hands to eat with. Julie took the handcuffs off their wrists, brought the hands around to the front, and re-locked the handcuffs on the wrists. That gave the girls a little bit of freedom, enough to awkwardly eat their dinner but little able to do anything else.
Miss Margaret Summers did not visit them during dinner, nor afterwards. Julie took the girls to the room with the bird cages and locked all of them up for the night. Jan and Donna were bound with crossed wrists behind their backs and joined ankles only. The girls were locked in handcuffs, the wrist ones having been returned to the back. Donna doubted that the girls could do much with their elbows locked together and they would be uncomfortable, but at least it was far better than having their elbows tightly bound together with rope all night. All were tired and fell asleep quickly after the lights were turned off. Donna, the last to fall asleep, had the thought that they were adapting to their tiny cages if the others could fall asleep that fast. Then she too slept, to dream of Jan hanging by her wrists from the top of incredibly tall skyscrapers and the twins being welded into tiny steel boxes that were hardly larger than a bread box.