Chapter 6

In the morning, Myra silently watched while the men held furtive, agitated conferences. From the moment when Rocky first drew the other two apart, interest and enthusiasm seemed evident. Although both Ward and Jim had studied her with keen glances when she had come downstairs, they were now clearly thinking about the other two women; with amateurish clumsiness, they appeared to be trying to remain nonchalant and calm but gave themselves away by their hungry expressions and restlessness.

Leanne pointedly ignored Myra, and Bonnie's attitude was painfully cool. Myra's belly churned with anger at the self- righteous snubs. She chewed her lip and inwardly gloated over the education that was being planned for her one-time friends. She was well aware that their pious condemnation of her experience with Soldier was doing nothing to blunt their anticipation of the sex games to come. They both behaved erratically while they did the most urgent household chores, and they shared repeated meaningful glances. From time to time, they flushed momentarily, or shivered or giggled over nothing, and Myra more than once overheard whispered comments about "helplessness" or mass "feel- up."

At last, Bonnie turned away from the gleaming kitchen cabinets and looked from one of the men to another. Her eyes were bright and she rubbed her hands nervously on her apron. "I guess that's it," she remarked. Her voice was unsteady, and she frowned impatiently. "I mean, that's the housework for this morning."

All three men paused in their aimless prowling and turned expectantly toward her. Ward grinned and ran the tip of his tongue over his lips.

"Hell of a fine day outside," he commented.

Bonnie stared at her husband. "Come on, now, Ward! You know damn well what's on your mind, and it isn't going for a walk!"

He chuckled. "It sure isn't! But you can't deny it's a great day."

"Warm," added Jim.

"Calm," Rocky pronounced. "Not a breath of wind."

An expression of slowly dawning comprehension transformed Bonnie's features. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed softly. "I think I'm beginning to get it!" She glanced quickly at Leanne, who nodded and started to smile.

"Uh-huh," said Leanne. "You guys trying to say it might be more fun outside?"

"Why not?" asked Jim.

His wife tossed her head. Her gleaming black hair rose in a loose, shimmering cloud from her shoulders, and her generous breasts jiggled. "Well..." She shivered. "Maybe it would."

"I don't know..." Bonnie sounded doubtful. "It's private enough and all that, but..."

Rocky interrupted with an amused tone. "Why don't you two cut straws to see who's going to be it?"

"Huh? What do you mean, us two?" Bonnie glared indignantly. "You men got special privileges or something?"

"Well, not that, but it sorta figures all three women ought to get a turn in the barrel first. Give 'em some incentive when it's our turn."

Bonnie and Leanne exchanged stares and appeared to consider the argument. Myra remained silent, excluded from the women's side and afraid to align herself openly with the men; her urging would more than likely arouse automatic resistance in the women's minds at that stage, she suspected.

Leanne laughed, a thrill of excitement showing in her eyes. "They're probably right, sweetie," she said to Bonnie. "I mean, we're not likely to hang back once we've got something to repay."

Bonnie still looked uncomfortable. "I don't know whether that's going to make so much change or not. But..." She hesitated, then untied her apron. "What the hell? What difference does it make who's it? Just so we all get what we're waiting for!" She blushed, but grinned defiantly.

Myra shuddered. She didn't really know this new Bonnie; her friend had been a fun-loving good sport, but she had never expressed such shameless hunger before. Still, that was a thing Myra had gnawed her way through again and again in the past few hours; it was a breaking away from convention that seemed to have infected all of them.

Ward produced a pair of straws. "Okay, why don't you two get the suspense over?"

Bonnie drew first. Leanne approached hesitantly, and Myra saw Ward's fingers twitch. When Leanne took the remaining straw and held it up, it was a half-inch shorter than the one Bonnie held.

"Looks like you're it, baby," Ward leered at Leanne.

"Oh, dear!" Leanne gulped.

Myra put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle when she saw a broken piece of straw drop from Ward's hand. Neither of the other two women noticed, being absorbed in the implications of the draw.

"Damn!" exclaimed Bonnie. "I was hoping..."

Leanne laughed. "Just have to wait your turn," she murmured. "Looks like I get to be the center of attention for a while!"

Myra surveyed Leanne's costume. The other was wearing a gaudy halter that tied, her boobs filling it admirably. And she wore a denim skirt that buttoned down the side to a point a few inches below her hip, then gaped pleasantly to reveal the tanned, firm thigh. She had obviously had the game in mind when selecting her clothes for the day.

Leanne extended her hands and allowed the men to tie lengths of soft rope to her wrists. "But we'll play in here," she remarked. "Not outside in front of God and everybody."

"Hm!" Ward grunted.

Jim leered at his wife before kneeling to attach another length of rope to her ankle. "You're the boss, huh?"

Leanne merely stared into her husband's eyes. Myra had more than once witnessed such a confrontation; she knew how easily Leanne managed to get her way with Jim. But Rocky had taken one of the wrist bonds in his hand and Ward held the other. When Jim arose after fastening a loop to each of Leanne's ankles, the other two men tugged gently at her.

"You're it now," commented Ward. "That means you don't have much to say about it."

"The hell I don't!"

But Leanne was powerless to enforce her will. Rocky and Ward dragged her toward the door, ignoring her protests and seemingly undisturbed by her resistance. She jerked and struggled, then let her legs collapse. The two men looked down at her with pleased grins, and dragged her along by the hands.

"No fair!" she protested. "Goddamn it, I won't let you! Jim! Make them stop!"

"Hey, sugar! You're pretty good!" her husband exclaimed. "Good actress!"

"Oh, you!"

Some distance from the house and hidden from it by a low knoll, was the one patch of ground Bonnie's uncle had cultivated. There, he had grown beds of hardy flowers and shrubs that thrived with a minimum of care, and in a clear area in the center, he had installed a picnic table and benches. The men dragged the furiously resisting Leanne to that spot and laid her on her back on one of the benches that was well apart from the rest of the furniture. Extending her arms beyond her head, they secured them to the bench. Then they drove stakes into the hard ground, settled Leanne's butt on the end of the bench, and spread her legs widely. Tying each ankle rope to one of the stakes, they completed the project.

Leanne twisted futilely. She was sobbing with frustrated anger, and her breasts heaved and swayed. "Oh, you're terrible!" she screamed at them. "You're just awful! All of you!"

Bonnie knelt beside her and caressed the storming girl's belly. "Come on, honey!" she exclaimed. "It's all a game! You're going to like it!"

"Like hell I am!" But Leanne glanced speculatively at each of the men and appeared to become conscious of the movements of her body. Her writhings abruptly became more sensuous and less frantic.

Bonnie caressed the helpless girl's breasts through the halter with both hands, and Myra moved to the bench and ran one hand up Leanne's exposed thigh. Leanne tensed and gasped.

"Wouldn't you know it!" the victim exclaimed through set teeth. "Get me tied up, and it's the women who start feeling me up first!"

The men closed in on them to fondle Leanne. Bonnie untied the halter immediately, then lifted it off to bare the quivering, globular boobs. Leanne's nipples, such a dark pink as to be almost brown, began to swell and harden immediately. Myra smiled as she noted their generous length and imagined the thrills an active tongue would arouse in them.

Rocky had begun to fumble with the buttons on the girl's skirt. He soon had them unfastened. With the air of a master of ceremonies, he flipped the skirt across the twisting hips and let the loose edge fall to the dirt. Fine, black pubic hair glistened in the sunlight. Leanne made one vain attempt to pull her knees together, then gave up to the inevitable exposure of her moist cunt. Hair extended inward like a furry band over her crotch, split in the middle with gleaming pink tissues showing through.

Bonnie began kissing one of the heavy boobs and Jim knelt to caress the other. Ward and Rocky worked the skirt out from under plump asscheeks and squeezed the squirming flesh affectionately. Laying the skirt aside, they both started kneading the girl's thighs and startling her repeatedly by quick, unexpected strokes over her pulsing labia. Leanne quickly succumbed to the fondling. She began to pant and moan, and her body jerked erratically.

Myra paused in her own caresses to gaze at the girl's wild eyed expression, then moved to Leanne's head. She bent over her and thrust her face into Leanne's. With savage force, she kissed her directly on the mouth. When the bound girl turned her face aside, Myra seized a handful of hair on each side of Leanne's head and held her forcibly while she continued to maul the protesting lips.

In a moment, Leanne stopped fighting the kiss. She glared at Myra, but responded as if against her will. To Myra's surprise, her vengeful hatred left room for a nugget of growing excitement, and she probed with her tongue while she let herself contemplate the pleasure she expected when Soldier arrived.

She was confident the big dog would soon join them. As she had anticipated, Bonnie had been too preoccupied with the day's games to remember to set out his breakfast. Accustomed to one meal a day, and that in the morning, Soldier was certain to put in his appearance without any great delay. The thought troubled her; unless they put their plan into effect within the next few minutes, the dog would interrupt them and it would be too late.

Jim played his role perfectly. He released his wife's puckered nipple from his mouth and let his gaze run over the naked, writhing body. "Hey! You're going to be getting more suntan, sugar!" he remarked to Leanne.

She jerked her head, and Myra drew back.

"And me without any suntan lotion!" Leanne wailed.

Bonnie straightened. "We ought to fix that." The notion seemed to catch her imagination. "Yeah! We ought to give you a good coat of oil!"

"Come on!" exclaimed Ward. "Let's go get some!" He grabbed Bonnie's hand and pulled her to her feet.

Before they could leave, a fly buzzed at the neglected, wet cunt and a second joined it. Leanne cried out with horror.

"For Christ's sake! Somebody do something about those flies! EEE!" She jerked violently to frighten off the fly that had landed on her sensitive flesh. "Omigod! How awful!"

"Hell, I'll get some spray or something," commented Jim. He turned to Rocky. "Didn't I see some in the work shed?"

"I think so. I'll help you look."

"And I'll get something to keep the sun out of your eyes," Myra volunteered.

"No! You can't just leave me all alone! Not stretched out naked like this!" Leanne stormed at them, her voice full of panic.

Myra was aware of a sudden surge of excitement. A quick glance at the others showed that they had felt it, too. The idea of the helpless, naked woman lying unguarded and alone in the garden had a powerfully erotic feel to it, even without the expectation of Soldier's arrival. Everybody scattered, while Leanne shrieked and threatened.

Before Ward and Bonnie were out of sight, Myra saw Soldier coming from the direction of the beach. She moved quickly out of Leanne's field of view and toward the dog. He swerved toward Myra, head coming up and tail wagging as if he recalled the previous night's interlude. Myra waited for him. She was conscious of Leanne's continued ranting and laughed to herself with malicious pleasure when she heard the girl's angry denunciations interrupted by angrier curses at the flies that had evidently begun to hover around her.

Soldier paused beside Myra and let her rumple his fur, but he was restless and kept peering in the direction the noises came from. In a moment, he whined and edged away from Myra to investigate. She crouched and followed him. When he entered the cleared space, she stayed in the cover of the shrubs to watch.

Leanne failed to see Soldier until he reached her; she was shrieking that the flies were collecting on her cunt and threatening everyone with dire revenge if they didn't rescue her. But she interrupted her tirade to gasp with horror when she saw Soldier.

"No, you don't!" she yelled at him. "Just because you fucked Myra last night doesn't mean I'm going to let you!" She flinched abruptly. "Goddamn it, flies! Get away!"

Myra felt sorry for Leanne, in spite of the satisfaction of revenge. She knew perfectly how modest her friend was by nature and how she must be suffering from humiliation with flies probing at the thickening wetness on her crotch. But sympathy was not going to lead Myra to give up this opportunity to see Leanne's self-righteousness cracked.

Soldier touched Leanne's cheek with his tongue, backed away from her shrill protest, and tentatively nuzzled one brown nipple. Leanne jerked furiously at her bonds, but she was too tightly stretched to evade the exploring tongue.