Lissa awoke to a knock on the door and climbed out of bed, her muscles protesting until she stretched, smiling like a contented kitten when she remembered the cause of all her aches.
A cart with covered dishes sat in the hall, the delicious aromas reminding her that she had eaten very little the evening before. Nothing, actually, Lissa giggled as she rolled the cart into the room. They had been the main course, she and Colin.
After rousing her husband, they had breakfast in bed and spent much of the morning cuddling, to sore and tired to do much else.
"I think this place is our only hope." She whispered nervously as if afraid he might disagree. She lay curled in his arms, her bare bottom pressed against the warmth of his groin.
"I never knew there could be such pleasure." Colin sighed and pulled her closer. "It's almost...frightening. Finding out that you can feel such excitement."
Lissa wondered if there was something abnormal in her, something that made her thrill to violence and pain. She shook off the doubt and let herself enjoy lying in his arms.
"Lunch is being served in the dining hall. All guests please come to the dining hall." Thomas' stentorian voice echoed through the room. "Are you hungry?" Colin kissed her neck.
She shook her head and nestled deeper into his strong, comfortable arms.
An hour later the door slammed open jolting them apart and sending them diving for their robes. Two cowboys entered pushing a heavy stainless steel cart, followed by two other men and a young muscular woman, all dressed in the suede chaps and vests. Their cowboy boots echoed on the tile floor.
"We didn't want lunch." Lissa could hear the edge of fear in her voice. The cart was different this time; it was the kind used in hospitals, with different compartments and drawers. Her eyes were drawn to the 'cowboy' who stood motionless behind the cart. He was massively muscled, with a shaved head and a brutal mien. She hadn't seen him the previous night. This man she would have remembered. The other cowboys were movie star handsome, but this one had heavy, rugged features. The cheekbones and jaw were pronounced, as was the brow, with a large crooked nose and full, cruel looking lips.
"We aren't here for lunch, you silly bitch." Gunner's voice drew her eyes from the stranger. "We're here to punish you." The blond cowboy grabbed the white robe and tore it off. "We're here to fuck you whether you want us to or not." Lissa shrank at his touch. If all these men took her she feared the pain might be past bearing, their size was so daunting. Rape had never been a fantasy of hers.
The others held Colin by the arms, and forced him onto the other bed, yanking his hands over his head and cuffing them to the headboard. Cuffs were placed on his ankles and fastened to either side of the footboard. "Lie there and watch." Gunner sneered at the helpless Colin.
Lissa's hands were cuffed in front of her and the chain was lifted over her head and lashed to the headboard, forcing her up onto her knees. The men walked to the cart and conferred, finally selecting a small bundle of knotted leather thongs attached to an ebony handle shaped like an uncircumcised penis. At the sight of the instrument Lissa felt herself grow moist even though her stomach fluttered.
"I'm going to stop this!" Colin said, and she could see that he was ready to cry uncle. He couldn't endure seeing her whipped.
"NO!" Lissa was terrified that he would do something to anger Thomas, and get them thrown out. "Gag him."
"As long as he's not the one being punished." Charlie shoved a rubber gag between Colin's' teeth then glanced at Lissa. "You can cry uncle anytime, cunt."
"Fuck you!" The uncharacteristically blunt answer came without thought, even as she realized that on some level this was all playacting.
"Later." Charlie snickered meanly.
