Hopelessly, Ilona Paisley slipped back into her own world of unreality, the dazed and hazy place to which the whip had delivered her not long ago. In it she fitfully dozed through the night, the post and the straps giving enough support to make sleep possible. Exhausted and emotionally drained, she continued her cat naps into the morning. She had lost hope.
"Hey, Luke, I've found her."
The stentorian male bellow galvanized the captive into life. Ilona stood erect, her hurt wrists grateful for relief. Peering beneath the bare skin of her captive arm, she beheld Rance grinning at her nudity in lewd satisfaction. Within seconds he was joined by Luke. She could have wished other rescuers but was irradiated by thankfulness even for this unprepossessing pair. "Thank goodness." She gasped gratefully. "Thank goodness you've found me."
"The gal's pleased ter see us, Luke. Hot damn, lookit' that back!"
"And her ass! Hey, kid, how come?"
"I was punished. I'd misbehaved."
"And look at that collar on Her neck! Damn fancy. This Woods dame is quite a lady. Say, honey, ain't you ever in nothin' but grief?"
Ilona tried to smile. "I expect it looks like that. Please undo the straps. . I'm so tired."
"Gal's bin' tied to that post all night, Rance. No wonder we couldn't find her.'
Betcha' that weren't no coyote last night?" He grinned at Ilona. "You do some fancy yowling, kid?"
"I was frightened. I got in a panic. Please unfasten me. I've been here so long."
She endured their fondling of her sex and breasts without demur. It was a small price to pay for freedom. When the straps were unbuckled from her wrists she' slid to the ground, still leaning against her refuge, massaging busily. "Thank you. I'm so grateful. I might have died." She voiced her next urgency: "Where's Miss Woods and the staff?"
"They're O.K., lady, doin' fine."
It sounded as though they had been in an accident and were on their way to recovery. Her next query was cut short.
"What say we take the kid to the house, Luke. Betcha' she could use coffee and the can."
They carried her. Not because she was weak but because she was naked.
Laughing, they allowed her to scurry to the bathroom. When she emerged, washed and refreshed, she slipped into a frock and returned to the kitchen. Once more she felt dazed. Except for the three of them the house was empty.
"Hey, whatcha' put that thing on for!" Luke viewed her covering with disfavour.
"Take it off, pronto."
Ilona was already resigned to paying for whatever these two oafs might do for her, and she knew the coin. Resignedly, she returned to nudity. The hot coffee almost made it worthwhile.
"You're a damn beautiful woman."
"Thank you. Where's Miss Woods and Nora and Josh?"
"Takin' yer right to 'em, gal. How's 'bout a couple o' fried eggs?"
She ate and drank hungrily, thankful for the rough kindness. They watched her every motion. "We ain't gonna' fuck you right off, kid. You had a rough night."
Rance's consideration sounded sincere.
"What yer wearin' that iron on yer neck for?"
"I'm not wearing it, not the way you mean. It's riveted on. I can't get it off." Ilona flushed. "It's something between Miss Woods and me."
"I bet it is!" The remark was cryptic. Luke leered. "How many times a day you eat her cat?"
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."