Later on the second day, toward evening, when Kano and Jenkins were supposed to be replaced, they shooed away the crowd and untied her. Her limbs were all soft and wobbly, unable to hold their own weight. She started to instantly crumple and was more appreciative of their presence than she'd assumed she would be, her face in Kano's neck as they both sank to the ground with her. Jenkins was decidedly softer than he had been all day, his hands rubbing circles into her calves and bringing the pricks of invisible needles across her skin.
"It's hurting me," she mumbled, trying to kick him off.
"You'll cramp if he doesn't, so hold still."
Kano was kissing her suddenly, his hand buried in her mud dusty hair as he shoved his tongue between her lips. It was another kiss in hundreds now and she just grunted against his tongue.
"Kiss me back," he rumbled against her lips as a cramp in her thigh made her whine, her body clenching up. "Serrin, kiss me. Distract yourself."
"You're a son of a bitch," she grit out instead.
"And you're a free use cunt," he answered before swiping his tongue against her teeth. He nuzzled his nose on her cheek as his mouth left hers. "Free cunt is still good cunt, though, eh?"
She yelped as Jenkins purposely straightened both her legs out and rubbed them, "Gonna lay you flat awhile. It'll help."
Her hand caught against the leather strap that crossed Kano's shoulder and she moaned, burying her face back against the sweat of his neck. She felt him try to lay her back, his hand bracing the back of her head as her spine finally stretched flat. The pain of the stretched movement made her gasp and whimper.
"Hush," he kissed across her lips. "Get some rest."
*
A stranger woke her in the middle of the night, jamming a rifle muzzle against her cheek and shoving. She startled and whined against the pain that jammed down her spine at the sudden movement. Morning wasn't so far off, the sky angling brighter to the east.
"Got some food beside ya. Magistrate says you better be thighs open and cunt full by sunrise," the man told her gruffly. "Says you got another whole day of it or you and your brother both get sold off to the slavers."
"I'm going," Serrin grimaced, doing her best to roll toward the food without straining her muscles.
The gray slop beside her didn't smell the least bit appetizing but the water was a gift from the Gods and she took a few long and strong swallows of it before trying to sit up. Her new guard chuckled as she struggled to put weight on her hands and arms, bumbling around slightly.
