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by Phair
Kendall felt the cool air tingle across her sweat soaked skin. It chilled her but also provided a small bit of comfort from the oppressive heat for her battered body. She forced her eyes open in order to see the one whose labor provided her relief.
Jay was wide eyed, staring back at her. The intensity of the gaze made her flinch and turn her face away. She was certain he hated her for saving his life. Saving him only insured he would survive long enough to witness her torturous repeated rapes. After all she had survived, she was fairly sure she could not bear seeing his disgust at her actions.
"We're alone. You can stop peddling. Take a break. Save some energy," her voice was raw from screaming.
Grunting across from her made her chance a glance in his direction. Jay was bending forward. His fingers stretched up to close the distance between themselves and the gag tied around his mouth. He snagged the cloth with his middle finger and tugged until the rag popped out and was forced below his chin.
He sat back up slowly. Jay was visibly trying to slow down his panting breaths. He seemed exhausted by the all efforts but managed to lick his dry and cracked lips. It took a few more deep breaths before he was able to make eye contact with Kendall.
"You okay?" Jay's voice was husky from lack of sleep.
Kendall had to push past her need to weep, "Don't worry about me. Stop peddling until he comes back. Save some strength."
Jay shook his head no.
"Come on, be sensible. We don't know how long he's gonna keep you hooked up to that thing. You got to save your energy. If you collapse, he might take you away. Then I'd be alone again. I can't… I need…," tears overtook her words as her head drooped down unable to face him in the wake of her selfishness.
Jay kept a steady pace on the stationary bike, "I'm not going anywhere without you. He'll have to kill me to drag me away from you."
Kendall sobbed long and hard as the fan continued to swirl the steady cool breeze easing her pain.
Brady was pulling like a madwoman on the rope. The net didn't seem to budge more than a few inches in spite of her mammoth effort. She wanted to scream at Jones to dig in but the guards would just crack her again. If she was patient enough then maybe they would beat him this time.
"Ed, get a look at the faggot and the bitch," a burly guard wandered over mid way between Jones and Brady.
"Tsk, tsk," Ed noted from beneath the shade of a beach umbrella. "It looks like you're going to have to impress upon both of them the need to apply themselves a tad more, don't ya think?"
"Yep," The first guard agreed as he pulled his whip from his leather belt loop.
Brady frantically looked across to Woody. The man was struggling to pull his side by himself. There was nothing he could do to help more than he was already doing.
"Jones! PULL! Pull, damn it!" Brady shouted.
She was able to plant her left foot a good two feet in front of the other. Then she leaned her whole weight forward to drag the right one up. Her sudden momentum gave just enough slack so Jones could get another three feet ahead, gently tugging Brady's weight along for the ride. Brady could feel Woody shift the net forward as he leveraged himself up parallel to Jones. The net was finally at the sandy edge. Their muddy haul was getting lighter by the second as water drained away from the bulky heap to retreat back into the bay. Their burden would ease for a few minutes until they had to wade into the water and start all over again.
"Hey Ed, looks like they got the message."
Ed leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankles, "Ya, but it don't mean they don't get a whoopin' anyway."
The guards' laughter burned in Brady's ears. She hated them as much as she hated herself for wanting to stay alive. She knew she would pretty much do anything to live through one more day. Even with hope of rescue a distant memory, Brady clung to life. So, she accepted their words as a promise and dug in for another pull.
"ATTENTION!"
Just the sound of his voice could still make Brady shiver. She had to squeeze her thighs hard to keep from pissing herself. The attempt was of little success.
"Just like a whipped dog," Brady thought grimly.
The guards snapped up straight and saluted their Commander.
"Report," he demanded.
"Sir, ten hauls today, Sir. Anticipate five more, Sir," Ed announced in a steady cadence and kept his eyes fixed on the horizon.
Esau scanned the beach front as he made his way over to Brady. She was on her knees as were the others working in the area. When his boots moved into her line of vision he stopped.
"How do you greet your Master?"
Brady quickly put her hands behind her back and leaned down to kiss his high polished boot tips.
"That's better." Esau lowered his voice as he spoke directly to Brady, "You were spared the whipping post because of Kendall's kindness. But disobedience can not be ignored. There is still a matter of punishment for your escape which needs to be settled. You wouldn't disagree with that now would you?"
"No, Master," Brady forced the words out.
Esau grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her upright. Brady wisely kept her gaze down. Esau gave a little chuckle as he lightly shook her.
"Glad you agree. Let's go."
He guided her more than tugged her. Brady had to keep a quick step but Esau was far more controlled in his manhandling than his guards. However, his gentler escort manner did not keep her heart from racing when she realized he was walking her to his quarters. Brady tried to calm herself with deep breaths but it only made her sound like she was whimpering.
"Master's home," Esau announced as he kicked open the door. "And, he brought a playmate for the stag."
Brady tumbled forward and crashed into Kendall when Esau shoved her. Kendall let out a hiss of pain. It took Brady a few moments to understand her hand had connected with the woman's lacerated back.
"I'm sorry," Brady's voice was no more than a whisper.
"Shut it, Cunt!" Esau shouted as he shoved her against the cage holding Jay. "Take this key and get in there."
Brady clutched the key to her chest. She ducked inside the cage as soon as Esau opened the door enough for her to slip passed.
"Free that idiot from the bike."
Brady worked fast. She didn't want to upset her Master. He was using the tone he always used when he was angry with her. Nothing good ever happened when he spoke like he was now.
Esau moved behind Kendall. He watched silently while Jay's restraints were released. He waited until Brady helped the man off the bike then he grabbed Kendall's hair and jerked her head back. Putting his gun in her ear stopped the movements of the pair inside the cage.
"Okay, here's what happens next." Esau gave a wicked laugh, "Jay, you've worked hard all day so I'm giving you a nice reward. Kendall, you put on a good show for your lover so now's payback time…,"
"Don't…," Jay started to speak.
Esau pulled harder on Kendall's hair until she cried out. Jay fell silent again.
"Brady, my high spirited slave, needs to be taught a lesson. So, to accomplish all three at once…Jay, rape Brady."
The room fell into complete stillness.
"Think of it as multi-tasking. You get rewarded. Brady gets punished. Kendall gets to watch." Esau gave a heavy sigh and cocked his gun, "I really think you should get started Jay. Kendall's gonna look really bad with just half a head."
Jay was about to launch himself at the cage door. A cold hand on his forearm stopped him. He gave a half turn and saw Brady's firm set jaw and flashing eyes.
"It's not rape if I say okay. So, I say okay," Brady whispered. "Besides, it'll be the first time I sat down all day."
Jay ground his back teeth but gave a hesitant nod.
Brady turned away. She quickly shed her soggy clothes. Leaving them in a small heap, she sat then laid back on them as a pillow. She shot Jay one last nervous look and shut her eyes before spreading her legs.
"Jay, don't," Kendall pleaded, "I'm not worth it."
Esau tightened his hold on Kendall effectively shutting her up. "Get to work, Jay. That dyke is frigid enough as it is. Fuck her hard, Jay. Don't make me and Kendall show you again how to do it right."
Jay turned his back on them. He lowered himself between Brady's legs while slowly stroking his waking cock.
"I'm sorry, Brady," he hushed in her ear as his erection firmed up, "but Kendall is worth this to me."
