"Keep us, Susan. Would it give you pleasure?"
"Of course it would, silly, I'd love it. I'd be so mean. But it wouldn't last. I'm a slavegirl. I'd let you loose and ask for my punishment in a couple of hours or a couple of days." She grinned her pixie grin. "Ilona dear, if I ever give way to such temptations please make sure I'm terribly punished."
"You'll be punished quite enough." Ilona chided. "Cicely and I both know you adore it."
"As long as it's you two. I don't want to be punished by Josh or Nora. Darling, I still have to be punished for that loose link in my chain, the one I kept secret." Susan sighed. "I know it turned out for the best all round but just the same I was guilty."
"And you've got another wet pussy just thinking about it."
Susan made a moue of apology. "I've always got a wet pussy. I'm just plain bad.
I'm going to have you here safely chained and go and whip Cicely some more?"
"Don't you dare!" Ilona sat upright, eyes blazing, her chain pendent between her breasts.
Susan clapped her hands in delight. "See how helpless you are! You can't stop me."
Ilona tugged at her chain in disgust. "Damn. . and I asked for this myself!
Look, Susan, if you want to whip a girl whip me."
Carnality possessed them in a jumble of female arms and legs and thrusting mounds after Ilona's chain had fallen to the floor under Susan's key. Sheepish and sweating they eyed each other guiltily. "And poor darling Cicely's out there strapped to that damn post" Ilona mourned. "And look at us!"
"Don't fret." Susan chided, "She knows what we're doing. I think I should be whipped next, then you can make her happy between her legs while I stay strapped to the post."
"Stop exciting yourself, you little mink." Ilona's voice turned thoughtful. "We've got some decisions, y'know. Or have you forgotten?" She held up unfettered hands.
"We're both free."
"Maybe you've got a decision." Susan said vehemently, "But I haven't. When we unstrap Cicely I'm going to insist on being punished. Once I'm strapped to that post it's the end of my freedom." Her eyes sparkled. "I've never been whipped at that post: I've got a thing about it."
"But, Susan, she won't feel like?!"
"You can whip me then. Promise?"
"Oh alright. I'll probably be out of patience enough to enjoy it. The way you carry on. . !"
"None of your playful pats, Ilona dear. Hard, so it hurts?"
"Yes, Susan, I'll whip you harder than you want. Now stop nagging."
Happy in their love they went downstairs and out into the sunlight. But as they approached the white figure at the whipping post their mood changed, the weals on the white skin reached out and touched their hearts, the lovely nudity was pressed hard against the wood in the seeking of a solace Ilona remembered all too well. For a minute they stood in reverence, breathless before beauty. Then Ilona took Susan by the arm and led her away. They trod silently. Cicely appeared to have been unaware of their proximity.
Once out of earshot, Susan whispered: "But, darling, we're not going to just leave her like that? What are we going to do?" She sighed in exasperation. "This being free is for the birds. . no end to lousy decisions."
"You've enjoyed it this far."
"Well, yes. . But what now!"
"I'll think of something." Said Ilona quietly. "Come along."
Josh was flattered, he was intrigued, he was curious. But he was not alone in his smithy. Nora, her feet still heavily ironed, clanked inhibited steps to greet them with open arms. "You're free." She exulted. "And you've come to get rid of your collar.
She told me what she was going to do. She's one strange wonderful lady and she loves you like crazy. The Whipping she's just taken is her way of telling you." Nora looked down woefully at her captive feet, lifting a heavily laden ankle to extract a metallic response from the cruel links. "I've still got these. Looks like I'll wear 'em the rest of my life."
"Josh, I want you to strike those irons off Nora's feet."
Ilona's order was incisive.
"Ah can't do it, Miz Paisley. Ah takes mah orders offen the Boss Lady."
"You're going to take the collar from my neck?"
"She tell me to. That O.K."
"Josh, take those irons off Nora and I'll let you fuck me. You've been wanting to ever since I came."
Josh beamed. "Sho' 'nuff, Miz Paisley, fuckin' yo' 'ud be a real pleasuring fer me.
But no way! If I dared take them irons off Nora I'd have had 'em off afore now."
"And you can fuck me too, Josh dear." Susan's voice was the cooing of doves, the siren song of man's undoing. She thrust her nakedness hard against the sweating male and hugged him hard. It was a deployment of female weaponry against which Josh had no defence.
"S'posin' ah knocks off them irons? Mebbee yo' just laugh yo' heads off?" He temporized doubtfully.
Susan kicked and tossed and spread a couple of jute sacks on the smithy floor.
Blatantly laying on them she opened her legs wide. "Me now, Ilona after you've done the job. Fair enough?"
It was fair enough. Fumbling at his pants, the ranch handy-man stepped forward to claim his prize.
Ilona wanted to giggle. Josh in shirt-tail, busily thrusting, was purely ludicrous. He would be ludicrous when he impaled her too. It did not matter, it was the only way to look at male compulsion to plant sperm. Laugh! Obeying her signal, Nora placed the box, sat on it and lifted a shackled ankle to the anvil. Josh, sweating and proud, sought tools. When the clanging and the clatter was done and Nora stood free, the former Miss Ilona Paisley of Paisley Publications took her place upon the sacks, still warm from Susan's heat, spread herself to outrageously expose her sex, and invited a glowing and enraptured coloured man to the carnal enjoyment of her cunt.
"Yo' ladies sure is somethin'." Josh, sweating and proud, surveyed his trio of nudities. "Yo' all do me the honor o' takin' a little drink?"
They did him the honor. They shared his pride. If the glasses were a little soiled what did it matter! They all downed doubles.
"And now I strikes off yer collar, Miz Paisley." Josh shook his head regretfully.
"Sho' do look pretty on yo'."
"Don't bother, Josh. I'm wearing it for always."
Silence held the smithy like a vice. Ilona was the focus of three pairs of startled eyes. Josh was puzzled. "Boss Lady say yo' go free, Miz Paisley? I takes off collar?"
"I don't want to go free, Josh." Ilona spoke with the strength of decision. "I don't want to lose my collar, I've got used to it. It's a lovely collar."
"Why, thank yo', Miz Paisley. Ah sho' does?"
"Now I want you to rivet a similar collar on Susan." The new silence might have lasted forever had it not been for Susan's breathless: "Oh, darling. . darling. .
darling!"
Josh was an artist in iron. Fascinated, the three girls watched his skill fashion the heavy ring Susan might wear throughout her life. When the time came for the girl to place her neck within the iron and bow to the anvil as a tribute to lost liberty there was a reverent hush before the splat of hammer on rivet pealed its message of finality.
Susan rose to her feet, dazed with happiness, her fingers busy at her neck.
Impetuously, she hugged and kissed her audience of three. In Ilona's ear she whispered: "Its made me horny, I've never been so horny in my life?!"
Ilona patted the glowing cheek and kissed the eager lips.
"You'll have to wait." She said crisply. "I'm not finished with you." She turned to a worshipful Josh: "Now iron her feet."
One a moment of shock. Then Nora's agonized plea. "Not these awful things?
not on Susan! Oh, please?"
"Them mighty heavy for little gal', Miz Paisley. Yo' don' want her draggin' her pretty ass? I got me a set??"
Ilona was relieved. The discarded shackles were too brutal for Susan's girlishness.