"You'll be nice, maam. If you don't, all three of you git's your little asses whipped, but good."
Ilona saw her darling sag. It was useless. The men held all the cards. Three females would service them in bound obedience. Help would come sometime but not soon enough. The privacy of Cicely Woods's ranch hideaway was too well respected.
"You're passing up a million dollars." The richest girl in Texas said listlessly. "I think you're nuts."
"You three gal's worth more'n a million, Miz Woods. Luke and me's wel satisfied."
Ilona had expected a third bale. Instead, she was laid down on the straw and her ankles tied back to her thighs. It was a painful stress on her knees to have her heels digging into soft flesh and to have them bound there by cords that must, of necessity, be deeply indented in her skin. When the knots were tied she found herself with nothing below her knees. Her feet and legs had been taken from her as though by amputation. She lay on the straw, helpless to do other than roll around. The only help she could give her tied wrists was to lay on her side.
"Neat and tidy." Said Rance.
"Still needs a little something." Luke looked around.
"Ah, this'll do!" He took the sawn off broomstick and began to whittle away at both ends. "This here's gonna' be damn cute."
Ilona wanted to curse them but was too frightened. She watched the sharpening of the stick in trepidation, then moaned in desolate protest as one point was thrust against her flesh above one knee, and then her thighs spread far asunder to enable the opposite point to be similarly positioned. When the tension of the spread was released the broomstick held her thighs wide open, each end anchored by its puncturing of her skin. Looking down, she saw her pubic hair flaunting itself like a flag.
"We want to fuck you we take the stick away." Luke demonstrated. A spot of blood above each knee made it easy for him to replace the spreader. Blood marked the spot. "In the meantime yer little pussy gits ter look around."
"It hurts. . horribly."
"That spreads her wide open, you sons of bitches," Cicely protested. There's no need of it. She's helpless anyway."
"Shut up." Luke admonished. "We like it."
Ilona moaned. She now had no choice but to lie on her bound arms. The obscene deployment of her lower limbs robbed her of any effective motion. The pointed stick hurt enough to make her want to cry. She watched their captors saunter from the barn, then turned to her beloved. "Oh, Cicely, you shouldn't be like that, you just shouldn't! It's so terribly wrong!"
"What about you, sweetheart! I'm not sure you don't have it worse."
"Well. . well, I'm. . I mean, I belong to you. I don't count. Oh, Cicely, I can't get loose! Just no way! I want to get loose so much so's I could untie you."
"That makes three of us, pet. I'm thinking of your poor back and dear little bottom. They must be sore as hell. I feel an absolute bitch. I whipped you, but good!"
"Darling, we can't help my back. This isn't your fault. Where's Josh?"
"Locked in a corn crib. No help there. These bastards had things timed perfectly.
Look, see if we can't soft soap 'em into putting us in handcuffs or chains. Being tied like this for hours and hours is murder. The sons of bitches know their knots."
"How many times. .?"
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.