She was brought up once again. This time, she was given a bath before the raping began. Fortunately, there were only three men this time so it was all over quickly. As she was being stuffed back into the cage again, Gabrielle and Emily were led out of a nearby building. They looked exhausted and disheveled but at least they were alive. As they got closer, Sarah gasped. Each of her sisters now had a nose ring. She knew that Emily's nose was already pierced so that wasn't new. But they had defiled her mistress' body.
Each ring was about two inches in diameter and was made of steel. They rested on her sisters' upper lips. Gabrielle and Emily were crammed into the cage and then all three of them were lowered into the pit.
Even before the cage dropped below the rim, Sarah was all over her sisters, hugging them and kissing them. "Where have you guys been? I've been so worried about you. I've been worried sick. Oh, I missed you both. I missed you so much."
She gave them each another hug and then went back to kissing them. "I couldn't imagine what they were doing with you. And I couldn't imagine life without you. I was so worried."
Gabrielle smiled but they were already in the blackness so nobody saw it. She reached out and stroked Sarah's cheek. "Hush, little one. We're okay. And we're together again."
"Oh, Mistress," Sarah said as she started to sob. "I'm so happy that you're back. What have you two been doing?"
"We have been entertaining our captors, pet," Gabrielle replied.
"Why did they take you away from me?" asked Sarah, choking back the tears.
Gabrielle described how Emily's teeth had accidentally touched the male's cock three days earlier. The man was going to kill Emily in retaliation but Gabrielle had protested and argued that it would reduce the money they would get in ransom. One of the other men had intervened to prevent the lost profits. "They decided instead that they would whip both of us."
"But what happened after that?" asked Sarah.
"We were raped. For two days they raped us. I have no ideas how many times we were fucked, but it was a lot; maybe hundreds. When they grew tired of us, they gave us to the dogs and they raped us."
"Oh, Mistress, that sounds horrible." Sarah hugged Gabrielle and then hugged Emily but found that Emily was already sound asleep.
Sarah propped her back against the wall of the cage so she was sitting. The cage was so short, however, that she had to tilt her head to the side to sit up. Then she arranged Emily so that she was lying with her head on Sarah's thigh, using it as a pillow.
"Mistress, lie down," said Sarah. "You need some sleep."
"Thank you, pet," Gabrielle replied. "Yes I do." Sarah helped her mistress to lie down and soon she had two sleeping sisters with their heads in her lap.
Chapter 12
Gabrielle and Sarah slept for a long time. It was uncomfortable for Sarah to be sitting with her head bent over for so long, but she remained where she was to provide pillows for her sisters as she stroked their arms and hair. Occasionally, she would move her head to a different position to relieve some of the strain but, regardless of where she moved it or how often, it was still uncomfortable.
The two girls didn't wake up until the cage was hoisted out of the well again. All three of them were fucked again by several of the males. They were given their baths and some food. Then they were lowered back into the well. Gabrielle and Emily fell immediately back to sleep and Sarah tended them with her gentle caresses.
This routine continued for several days. During that time, her two sisters regained their strength and the cruel welts faded away. After awhile, they were back to gabbing and making love to keep themselves occupied in their dark prison.
Then they stopped being hoisted. They weren't sure how long it had been since they were last pulled to the surface but it was probably at least two days. It was nice not to be raped, but they were getting hungry. Emily was the one who shouted for help first and then the other two joined in. But after awhile, they gave up. They were getting hoarse and it was obvious that nobody could hear them with the heavy lid on top of the well.
They settled back to wait. "What if they don't come back, Mistress?" asked Sarah.
"Then we die," replied Gabrielle.
"We could try to escape."
"Lead the way, pet."
Sarah sighed. "I don't know how." Then she started sobbing. Emily started sobbing with her.
Gabrielle gathered her girls close to her and held them, kissing each of their cheeks. "Hopefully, we will be rescued soon. If not, I can't think of anyone but the two of you who I would rather spend my final days with."
They did not gab so much at this point. They were becoming parched from lack of water. Lovemaking was out of the question. None of them was in the mood. Instead, they just tried to find comfortable positions and spend their time holding each other and kissing and caressing.
The scraping of the lid to the well awoke them after another day or two. A voice shouted down from above in Spanish. Gabrielle shouted back as best she could, although she was hoarse from the earlier shouting and the dehydration. The cage shuddered and started moving upward, carrying the three girls toward the surface.
"They had better have a damned good reason for leaving us down here so long," croaked Sarah as the cage ascended.
"Hush, pet," warned Gabrielle. "Don't anger them. You already saw what they did to Emily and me when they were upset. There is no reason for you to get punished the same way."
They emerged into the sunlight and once again were blinking their eyes, unable to see a thing because of the brightness. They heard a male voice. "Gabrielle!"
"Papa!" cried out Gabrielle hoarsely as she heard her father's voice. There was a flurry of Spanish between the two that neither Sarah nor Emily understood.
Sarah's eyes quickly adjusted to the light and she looked around. Papa was standing beside the well, flanked by a dozen or so men. Several of them held dogs on leashes as one man was fiddling with the lock to the cage. The Spanish chatter continued.
Sarah could tell the moment that Gabrielle's eyes adjusted. She felt her mistress shudder and then heard her speak with a suspicious tone in her voice. For some reason that Sarah did not understand, Gabrielle switched back to English. "Why do you have those dogs, Papa?"
Sarah knew that Gabrielle was remembering her ordeal with the dogs of the outlaws during which the dogs had mated with her. She held her mistress tightly and kissed her, trying to give her strength and comfort.
"To find you, daughter," replied Papa. Then he reverted back to Spanish.
"English please, Papa," said Gabrielle. Again, Papa groaned and rolled his eyes that his daughter would not allow him to use his native language. At that moment, the man working on the lock finally managed to open it and, one by one, he helped them from the cage.
Papa immediately hugged his nude daughter as soon as she was extracted, pulling her tightly against him. Sarah saw tears in his eyes as he nestled his nose in her hair.
"Papa!" exclaimed Gabrielle. "I'm naked!"
This comment brought a laugh from the father. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and held her away from him, letting his eyes travel up and down her body. "Oh, my, yes you are; and gloriously so. That is how you were when I first met you."
"But I'm not a baby any more, Papa. You shouldn't see me like this." She raised her arms to try to cover herself as best she could and then kept moving them trying to cover more of her body.