Chapter 19 Painful Bondage
Honey's pink lips were coated with strands of semen when Black Jack
returned from his excursion into the Wilson house.
"Lick it clean, baby!" Ernie growled as he grabbed her blonde hair again
and wiped his vile, sperm-covered cock back and forth across Honey's face,
squeezing the last few dribbles of seed out of his hairy dick.
Jack watched for a moment, enjoying the look of utter humiliation on Honey
Wilson's face, while Ernie Gibbs finished stuffing his depleted member back into
his filthy denims. Slocum glanced up at the position of the sun in the sky
before saying, "C'mon, Ern. Time for us to saddle up. We gotta put some
distance between us and the Wilson Ranch before them shit-ass cowpokes get
back. They ain't gonna be too happy when they find out what we done to their
prick-teasin' princess."
"Please ... please ..." Honey's voice was weak, despairing. Her body was
still bent at the waist over the middle rail of the corral, with a neck rope
pulling her head down even as the ropes around her wrists pulled her shoulders
back painfully. Her body ached as a result of her flogging and violent anal
penetration by Black Jack Slocum, and her spirit had been crushed by having to
swallow Ernie Gibbs' vile seed.
"We gonna leave her like that?" Ernie asked his rangy partner.
Slocum removed his black hat and wiped the sweat from his brow; the west
Texas sun was beating down on them with a vengeance. "I reckon we might as well.
Why not?"
"Well, fer one thing, if we leave her like that, her ass and her back's
gonna get sunburnt to beat hell. Ain't that right, Honey?"
"Y-yes." It had been the least of her worries, but Ernie's words were
certainly true -- in her inverted L-position the back of her legs, her bottom
and her back were entirely exposed to the direct rays of the sun, while the
front of her body was not. Had the horrid little man been moved by some impulse
of human sympathy, now that the two raping marauders were about to leave?
"Damn right, Honey! And we don't want those big fuckin' tits 'a yers to
miss out on the fun, do we, Jackson?!?" Ernie chortled. Inside the corral,
Ernie the Weasel bent down and undid Honey's choking neck rope, for which Honey
was grateful, and as she straightened her aching back, Jack Slocum untied the
ropes which held her left wrist to the toprail of the corral.
But only for a moment; within a minute or two, Honey found herself in a new
and nearly as painful bondage. Jack had undone the ropes which had pulled her
arms and shoulders up and back so painfully but had swiftly retied her. She was
still standing with her feet and legs outside the corral, and her naked belly
was still pressed painfully against the splintered middle-rail of the corral.
But now, from the waist up her body was inside the upper rail, with her
rounded shoulders pulled backwards so that the weathered toprail fit snugly,
albeit painfully, under her armpits. Ropes tied as tightly as only Jack Slocum
could tie them cinched Honey's upper arms painfully to the toprail. Another
constricting rope pulled her elbows inward behind her, so that her arms were
flush against her ribcage in a way that seemed to force her luscious
breast-melons close together.
But it was the way her shoulders were pulled back that really did wonders
for Honey's spectacular breasts, forcing them to jut outward from her chest
like the rounded stone outcroppings that eons of geological pressures had thrust
upwards from some of the nearby hills.
Jack eye-balled Honey's sun-tanned pleasure-mounds for a long, lingering
moment, cursing inwardly that there wasn't time to fuck the living daylights out
of those twin beauties again. The snake-eyed gunslinger could still feel the
jolts of pleasure that had thrilled his cock when he'd forced his rock-hard
Texas truncheon through Honey's damp and dripping crushed-together breasts on
the banks of the little lake this morning. Hard to believe some lily-livered
city slickers and greenhorns didn't have the horse sense to give their women a
good hard tit-fucking on a regular basis. Specially after giving 'em a few good
licks with a leather strap. Just to soften 'em up.
"There, you go, Princess," Ernie said, now that Honey was fully erect, and
her brazen breasts were positioned so that they would receive the full brunt of
the torrid sunshine. "Ain't that better, now?"
The former ranch-hand slipped his hands beneath Honey's perspiring melons,
cupping their weight in his hands before giving her slick, pink-tipped breasts a
forceful squeeze. "Now, ain't you happy that you ain't gonna look like no
turtle's belly?" Gibbs' untrimmed, jagged thumbnails reached toward Honey's
pleasure-nuggets. "Hey, when you 'spectin them bastards that worked me over to
mosey on back here, anyways?" The sharp edges of Ernie's thumbnails pressed
inward against the very tips of her nipples as Honey gasped softly. "T'morrow
night? Hell, hot as that sun feels, I reckon yer big, juicy jugs 'll be baked
hotter'n yer grandmaw's cherry pie, by then. Won't they Jack? And purt near as
red,"
Ernie grinned darkly as he took Honey's tender lust buds gently betweeen
finger and thumb and rubbed the coral nubs until they stood proudly at
attention. "And that's just what you deserve, sweetie, for costin' a man a job
just for wantin' to see what a man's got a right to see." Scowling, Ernie
slowly tightened his steely grip on the voluptuous blonde's nipples until tears
of suffering welled up in her azure-blue eyes.
Jack slid his hairy fingers between Honey's silken thighs one last time,
as he gave Honey's bindings a final thorough once-over, admiring his own
artristry as he did so. The coarse hempen ropes that bound her arms would leave
impressions that would be visible for days, as would the belly cincher that he'd
tied around her waist earlier, after ordering Honey to suck in her breath. "Yep,
that should hold her, until her pa gets back. It'll give us plenty of time to
get away. C'mon, Ern, let's vamoose."
But Ernie had taken an oblique step or two backward to enjoy Honey Wilson's
sun-tanned body in profile. The leather reins bit into the well-defined
quadriceps muscles in Honey's athletic thighs like a tourniquet, causing her
tawny flesh to redden in response. The compact curves of her heart-shaped
derriere were pulled toward the fence by her waist-rope, but her back was
arched into a taut bow by the ropes which bound her arms to the toprail. With
her shoulders thrust backward, the rancher's daughter's pink-nippled breasts
jutted forward even more provocatively than usual.
Ernie whistled under his breath. "Geesus, I hate to leave a
fine-lookin' young slut like this, Jack, but I s'pose yer right. So how much
dough 'd you find in the house?"
"Only eighteen dollars. But c'mon, it's time we got outa here."
"Eighteen dollars!" the little man exploded. "Eighteen dollars! Ain't no
way I'm leavin' here with only eighteen fucking dollars! Her daddy's rich,
Jack! There's gotta be more'n eighteen dollars! Fuck! The sonofabitch owed me
more 'n that when he fired me!?
Jack looked nervously up the road toward toward the Dunbar ranch - making
sure that there was no cloud of dust betokening the return of the Wilson ranch
hands, "Damn it, Ern, I told you -- that's all there was. We gotta make
tracks, Ern, and get a good head start. Remember, Cyclone's got two of us to
carry, now. And there's bound to be a posse after us by tomorrow."
Ernie, just now remembering that Honey had chased his horse away when she
made her escape, took off his hat, slammed it on the ground and kicked it.
"Uh-uh, Jack. No way."
The little weasel looked like he was gonna have a stroke, Jack thought.
Just below the bloodstained makeshift bandage Ernie had wrapped around his
gunshot wound, a vein in his temple was pulsing like an abscessed tooth.
"I got that money comin' to me, Jack. And by God I'm gonna get it!"
Ernie grabbed a handful of Honey's blonde hair and pulled it back hard. "Where's
your old man keep his money, Princess?"
"I - I ..."
"Talk, dammnit! " Ernie's eyes were ablaze with fury. "Where in the goddam
hell is that switch?" he raved as his eyes darted around wildly until he spied
the rod he had fashioned earlier. "Where's the dough?" he snarled as he twisted
Honey's silken mane and lowered his face to hers, so closely that she could
taste his foul breath.
"Ouww! I don't know. I don't think my father keeps any money in the
house."
"She's a lyin' horse-thievin' bitch, Jack. And I'm gonna make her talk!"
And Ernie strode determinedly toward the corral gate where Jack had dropped the
thick switch. Cursing under his breath, Ernie stalked back toward the nude
blonde who was pinioned fast to the corral rail, swishing the switch menacingly
through the air as he did so.
"Ain't you had enough, girl? You know I ain't playin' games! Where's
your pappy keep his fucking money?"
"I-I told you ... I don't kn .. ."
Ernie the Weasel, his homely face contorted with rage, climbed through the
corral rail, took the switch back over his shoulder, and then swept it forward,
blistering Honey across the backs of her well-toned thighs.
WHACKK!! "Aaaaiiiiii!"
"Wrong answer, Princess. Where's the money?"
"I-I-I..."
WHACCKK!! "AAAGGHH!!" Ernie whipped the home-made cane across the very
summits of Honey's spacious bottom-globes.
"Kee-rist, yer pissing me off. I'll bet there's a goddam safe. Where is
it?"
"I've never heard of any ..."
"Liar!" The expression on Ernie's face was grotesque as he tightened his
grip on the cane and swung again.
WHACCKKK!! "Eeaaaaiiiahhh!" Another thigh-burner that left a lurid mark
high on Honey's bare legs.
Fuming, the ferret-faced little man clambered back through the corral so
that he could face the beautiful blonde teenager. Standing slightly to her left
he extended his arm, gently tapping Honey's out-thrust, sweat-sheened breasts
with the the hardwood rod.
Ernie's gray-green eyes had the wild, frenzied look of a rabid dog. "I
don't have to tell you where you're gonna get the next one, do I, Princess?"
Honey's blue eyes filled with tears as she felt the weight of the rod
against her tender breasts which were so provocatively proffered for punishment.
She shook her head sadly from side to side.
"Please ... no..."
Ernie stepped closer so that there was no mistaking the wrath that
contorted his scrawny features. "Right on these big teasers, that's where yer
gonna git, it, darlin'. Less'n you tell me where that safe is."
The blonde teenager, sobbing, could only choke out, "Please ... I don't..."
a moment or so before she felt a scalding wave of pain as Ernie's rod blasted
into the soft, womanly curves of her close-set breasts, striking the soft flesh
just below her pouting pink nipples.
"Honey, I wouldn't mind whipping yer tits from now until Chrismas," Ernie
snarled. "You want some more? You better talk, you fucking bitch!" Ernie
waited only a few more seconds before he lifted the switch high in the air and
hacked Honey across the tops of her naked tit-globes with a vicious downward
stroke.
THWACCKKK!! "Aaaaahhhhh ... O my God ... O ... O God..."
"WHERE IS THE FUCKING MONEY??"
"I - I have two d-dollars ... in my sewing basket. Please ... you can ...
"Two Fucking Dollars?! Yer old man's got eight hundred head of cattle and
yer gonna offer me two fucking dollars?"
Enraged by Honey's response, Ernie took dead aim at the very centers of
Honey's glorious young globes. Honey, nude, bound, utterly defenseless, could
only watch as the fiendish little man swung the rod forward in a vicious
sweeping arc cut that ended with a sickening THWUCCKK!! when the cane buried
itself deep in the crinkly pink flesh of her aureoles.
"Ouuuuuwwwhhhhhh!! ... it hurts ... please ... no! ... no!! ... no!!!"
The syllable was still on Honey's lips and her quivering pain-melons were
still in flames from the prior blow when Ernie lashed out at them again with
tit-splitting ferocity, this time landing flush on both of her swollen nipples.
THWACKK!! "AAAAAIEEAAHHHHH!! Stop ... I'm begging y..."
"Talk, you fucking whore!" And then The Weasel blistered the blonde's firm
young breasts yet again, just missing her aching nipples, striking instead the
exquisite edge of a pinky-brown aureole. Moments later he sliced her proud
beauties savagely once more, this time opening a crimson gash on the inner curve
of Honey's left breast.
Honey felt as if her throbbing breasts were swimming in a sea of fiery
acid. In less than twenty-four hours her pink-tipped treasures, which had never
experienced a moment of discomfort in all of her nineteen years, had been
spanked and punched, strapped and burnt, bound and raped, belted and caned. And
there was still no end in sight.
Jack had watched Ernie's savage outburst with both unabashed excitement and
growing concern. His cock had stiffened pleasurably as the beads of sweat had
flown off the tattle-tale's luscious love-jugs with each stroke of the cane, but
each minute they delayed leaving left them a minute closer to the gallows, once
the Wilson hands returned from the cattle drive.
"Ern?"
"Yeah? What is it?" Ernie replied disgustedly, as he wiped some spittle
from his mouth with a filthy sleeve.
"Well, the old man just went on a cattle drive. Stands to reason, maybe he
don't have much cash until after he sells the cattle, don't it?"
Ernie glared at him and gave Honey a final withering CRACKK!! across her
tortured tit-globes, before shrugging resignedly. "I swear to God I got worse
luck than a virgin in a mining camp! Fuck it!" he snarled, as he kicked at his
hat again. "Oh, well. I reckon we'd better be gettin' outa here."
Relieved that Ernie had finally become more tractable, Jack began striding
over toward the waiting Cyclone.
But he had only taken two steps when he heard Ernie's voice -- once again
with its own agenda.
"But first, Jacko, I want to leave Honey one more whaddyacallit of our
little visit." Ernie scratched his head thoughtfully. "A souvenir! Yeah,
that's it. Something to remember us by, Jackson. I saw somethin' in the barn
yesterday, and I was tryin' to figger out how to make use of it, and then it
came to me sudden-like, while I waitin' for you two this morning," Ernie said,
as he turned and headed toward the barn.
Deciding to humor his scatter-brained partner for a few more minutes, Jack
cast his eyes up toward the bright sun overhead. "Gonna be a hot one, today,
Honey. Maybe ninety, ninety-five. Be careful you don't get too much sun, now"
he snorted good-naturedly to the nude teenager, whose gorgeous body faced
southward, directly in the path of the broiling afternoon sun.
Ernie reappeared a minute or two later, looking like a clerk in a general
store. He was carrying a brace of six foot metal stakes in one hand and a
hammer and a coil of some odd-looking wire in the other. Jack watched as his
partner went on to pull a ball of twine and a pair of heavy gloves out of the
back pocket in which he had apparently stashed them while he was in the barn.
Jack watched with interest, and Honey with apprehension, as Ernie used his
pocket-knife to cut a couple of four-foot lengths from the ball of twine. Then
he bent down to Honey's throbbing left nipple and mouthed, sucked, and tugged on
the coral nugget, until it reacted to his caresses by pointed at him defiantly.
Then Ernie fashioned a little noose with the twine and jerked the noose
painfully tight around the base of Honey's breast bud. Jack had already been
playing with her other boob, so it didn't take long to duplicate the feat on her
other nipple. Each nubbin was now choked by a tight little nipple noose, with a
length of twine dangling below.
Ernie then reached for the two six-foot stakes and hammered them firmly
into the ground, maybe four feet apart, right in front of Honey, in a line
parallel to the corral fence. Then he pulled on the gloves, and carefully
unspooled some of the wire.
Jack could see now that Ernie had found some of that new-fangled barbed
wire, which some of the crop farmers in the west were using to keep cattle from
grazing on their land. It was big news, even in prison, as more and more of it
sprouted up all over the west -- because the cattle ranchers wanted a free
range, and hated barbed wire with a passion. In recent years there had been
violence on both sides over its use. Jack guessed that one of the Wilson hands
had probably stolen the wire from some poor SOB of a farmer who had been trying
to put it up to keep the Wilson cattle from rampagin' across his land.
"I been wantin' to use some of this on a girl with nice knobs, ever since I
first seen it," Ernie smirked.
Slocum returned the evil grin and looked on as his partner strung two
strands of the barbed wire between the metal stakes, so that the wire ran in a
line half an inch beneath Honey's firm young breasts, and about the same
distance away from her ribcage. Nasty-looking bits of sharp, twisted metal
pointed inward and upward at her blood-streaked love-gourds; Honey's slightest
downward movement would impale her boobs on the barbs. Then Ernie moved the
lengths of twine so that they dangled casually over the barbed wire.
Ernie then checked to make sure that the stakes were solid and that the
wire was taut. Satisfied that everything was in order, he addressed his
shapely prisoner.
"Now you best be careful, Princess," Ernie chortled. "This here's nasty
stuff. Those barbs 'll cut through cowhide; no tellin' what they might do to the
soft skin of those pretty titties 'a yers."
Then turning to his swarthy crony, Ernie sought approval. "Whaddya think,
Jack? Ya like it?"
"Not bad, Ern, not bad at all. But all she has to do is hold still and
that wire won't give her no trouble."
"Well, that's true as true can be, Jackson," Ernie said, as he doffed the
heavy gloves, "but holdin' still ain't always the easiest thing to do. Even
when a girl's tied up as nice and tight as you tied our little Princess. Looky
here."
Ernie took one of the dangling ends of nipple twine and, after carefully
studying the proper length, tied it securely around the switch he'd used to flog
Honey, about a foot up from the thick end of the switch. Then he took the
dangling end of the other nipple noose and did likewise, securing it about a
foot from the other end of the rod.
The yard-long whipping switch now resembled an erotic trapeze, trisected by
the strands of twine that had been suspended from Honey's swollen nipples. And
then, crouching, Ernie slowly lowered the rod, letting most of the slack out of
the twine.
When the rod was no more than six inches from the ground, Ernie released
it. When it fell toward the ground, the rod's weight tugged down hard on
Honey's imprisoned nipples, bringing the yielding underslope of her breasts into
contact with the ugly points of the barb wire strung just below them.
Despite his ignorance at arithmetic, Ernie's eye had measured well -- the
switch swung gently back and forth about an inch off the sandy corral floor.
"Aaaggh!" Honey winced, and tried to lift her breasts up from the barbs
that had pierced her. And she was able to do that, barely - the rod was not all
that heavy. Honey quickly determined that she could keep her breasts off the
barbs, but only by lifting the rod off the ground with her nipples.
"There, our little Princess oughta have some fun with that!" Ernie said,
Bravely, Honey lifted up with her pectoral muscles. And saw that Jack and
Ernie were making their way toward Cyclone.
"For God's sake! You can't leave me out here like this."
"Relax blondie, your pa's due back tomorrow. You won't die. Keep yer chin
up! And yer chest!"
And Honey could hear the two men chuckling at Jack's joke as they rode off.
Leaving her suspended in painful bondage.
The first few minutes weren't too bad; despite the dreadful abuse she had
suffered at he hands of the two desperados, she was strong and healthy, and her
arms and shoulders were able to support her body weight fairly comfortably. And
although her inflamed breasts were criss-crossed with belt and switch-strokes,
her pectoral muscles were fit, too, the result of pitchforking thousands of
bales of hay through her teenage years. The rod wasn't all that heavy, probably
no heavier than a silver table knife.
But a young woman's nipples, no matter how stiffened by desire or crude
caresses, no matter how brave, simply were not designed for lifting, and within
an hour, Honey was reduced to choosing between the agony of the weight pulling
on her poor nubbins, or the vicious points of the barbed wire digging into the
undersides of her breasts. She was trapped hopelessly between a rod and a sharp
place.
As the sun arced slowly toward the west, the heat of the day began to take
its toll as well. By mid-afternoon, she felt like a chicken broiling on a spit;
luckily she had gulped down quite a bit of water at the pond early that morning,
and so heatstroke, for the moment, seemed unlikely.
By four o'clock, every muscle in her body was in misery - her back hurt,
her calves and thighs were cramping. Sweat poured down her naked body, and she
was fighting a losing battle trying to keep her abused breasts above the jagged
barbs. How could she possible endure another twenty-four hours of such an
ordeal?
The minutes crept by at a snail's pace. At some point in the late
afternoon Honey began to feel a few ants, looking for moisture, and attracted by
the film of perspiration on her magnificent body, beginning the long trek up her
shapely legs. Flies, perhaps attracted by the smell of blood, buzzed around her
breasts, occasionally lighting and brushing their ugly legs together on her
creamy jugs, To the extent that her bonds permitted her to move, Honey
shuddered in revulsion. She hated bugs, and wondered what nocturnal creatures
the night might bring.
Only the knowledge that the ranch hands were due to return the following
day helped her keep her spirits up.
It never occurred to the tawny teenager that others might find her first
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