Chapter 7. Failed escape
"How would you like to do some outside work, Skip?" Larry asked.
"Not dressed like this!" Skip protested. Both she and Brenda were wearing thin
coveralls.
"No, dressed like a work women for working in the woods." Things had been quiet
for the last three days. Skip, with a little reluctant help from Brenda had
painted their cell, as they always called their room and Skip was starting to
clear the cellar. Larry had overheard them arguing when he took tea down
earlier.
"Why don't you fuck him again and get us some more luxuries like hair spray and
shampoo and make-up. You used to use plenty of hair spray when your hair was
spiky."
"I'm not a whore. If I want a fuck, I'll let him. Certainly not to get luxuries
for you. You've done hardly anything to earn them. Why don't you open your legs
for him?"
"My arse is too sore, stupid!"
"And Dwarfie is still sore. You did that remember. It was your idea of revenge.
It was your idea that landed us here."
"You helped."
"And now I regret it. You went too far. She's actually a nice person when you
get to know her."
Larry quietly exited the cellar and re-entered with a bang. The conversation
ceased. Larry gave Brenda a mug of tea and asked Skip to help in the kitchen.
"Why can't I go in the kitchen too?" Brenda demanded.
"Simply because of what you did and Harry is afraid you might try to do it
again. It will take a long while for her to trust you." It was while they were
sitting at the table Larry asked her about outdoor work. "We won't go out in
really bad weather but at the moment there is a lot to do and with having to
keep an eye on Harry and doing an hour or two's training a day, the work is
getting on top of me. At this time of year, the work is clearing the understory.
All the dead undergrowth and burning it. It will be physically hard but at least
it is outside in the fresh air." Skip agreed provided she was properly dressed
for outside work. Larry found the clothes she had worn when she was abducted and
also a heavy coat of Harriet's and took her into town to a working men's
clothing store. Despite being smaller than most workmen, they came away with
overall, boots, sweaters, gloves and items of protective eye wear.
After lunch, she changed into her work clothes and they set off along the path
into the woods. It was a very cold but bright afternoon but it would soon be
dark. Larry thought it would be a good introduction to the work in the woods. It
wouldn't go on for too long. At the start, Larry used the billhook and Skip
cleared and dragged the debris into a heap in a clearing. Even with her
protective clothing, Skip couldn't avoid scratches on her arms and legs and
stinging nettles caught her several times. She returned home tired from the work
and from the cold wind, yet it felt really good to have been out in the open
air. Twice she had seen a green woodpecker, the first she'd seen in her life.
Larry had pointed out deer track and dung but they were making too much noise to
see the them. They showered together and when they had dried off, Skip, seeing
his semi erection asked, "Would you like to?"
"It will have to be a quick one with no promises of a reward."
"Larry, I am not asking for a favour. I enjoyed this afternoon. It's just that
showering with you makes me horny." He took her to the spare bed and without too
much foreplay, entered her deeply, At first she winced and seeing this Larry
eased up on her for a short while until her cunt accommodated him better and her
juices were really flowing. Thereafter he fucked her with vigour until both had
climaxed. They had to return to the shower for a quick rinse afterwards. It was
then time to help in the kitchen.
"Could we not invite Bren up to eat with us?" Skip asked.
"I thought you didn't want any favours," smiled Larry, "What do you say Harry?"
"She looked uncertain but said, "Okay, as long as you are here all the time."
*****
Skip and Larry were walking home in the twilight after a hard day in the woods.
It was the fourth day in a row they had been out. For November the weather had
been abnormally dry. They had cleared quite an area of undergrowth and thinned a
few trees. Larry saw his work mate seemed unusually quiet. "What's up Skip?"
For some yards they walked in silence until Skip blurted out, "I want to go
home. I want to see my mum and dad. Even if it is just for a short while." Tears
came to her eyes. "I actually enjoy being here and working but I miss home as
well."
"Skip, I've enjoyed having your company but I don't think I ought to keep you
any longer or the other bitch. Look, it's Wednesday today, the forecast is for
another two days of dry weather. How about staying here until Saturday and I
will take you both home then?" Pleased by the news, Skip hugged him. "Don't tell
Brenda what we plan otherwise I think she will become even more disruptive."
*****
Friday morning, the pair were working at clearing a tree they had felled. Larry
had just stopped the chain saw when they heard his mobile ring. It was a text
message. "HELP!! HARRY" The pair ran home, hardly noticing the pile of wood that
had been a veranda as they rushed in.
Brenda was sitting on the bed in the spare room. Her coverall was torn and there
were scratches on various parts of her body, none that seemed serious. "Please
don't beat me again," she pleaded, "I just wanted to get away. I didn't intend
to hurt Miss Harriet."
"Tell her Skip," Larry instructed.
"We're going home tomorrow, you should have waited. What happened?"
Harriet stood shaking but answered. "I took her coffee and when I opened the
cellar door she pushed past me and ran to the door. It was locked so she ran
upstairs and opened the front room window and jumped out on to the balcony but
the boards were rotten and she went through. Only her body. Her arms were above
the boards. I leaned out of the window but couldn't pull her up. Not all the
boards had broken off so every time I tried to lift, the boards jammed her
ribs."
"Well you obviously did get her out, dear."
"I didn't know what to do. I phoned you but you didn't answer. I heard the
chainsaw so I guessed you couldn't hear the ring so I texted you. If I went for
you, by the time you got back the rest of the balcony might have collapsed. I
remembered the ladder alongside the garage. I got that and put it against the
wall under her."
"You carried that ladder and got it against the wall?" Larry was incredulous.
"That would be heavy and difficult for you even if you were fully recovered. How
on earth did you manage it?"
"She dragged it," Brenda cut in.
"Getting it up the wall was the difficult bit. You really need to be tall to do
that but I got it up and under her. She was yelling 'hurry up Dwarfie!' and
wriggling.
"I'm sorry Miss Harriet, I shouldn't have called you that. I was panicking. I
thought the whole lot was going to come down at any time. Sorry. So sorry Miss."
"I hope you're also sorry for what you did to her at her house," Skip remarked
icily.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for that too. Really I am Harriet."
"But how were you able to free her?" Larry asked. Skip had started to remove her
friends clothes so they could see the extent of her injuries. So far none seemed
severe. Mainly scratches.
"I yelled for her to stay still and for once she took some notice." I climbed
the ladder and put her feet on my shoulders but she started yelling and moving
and nearly fetched me off, so I smacked her arse hard and told her to shut up
and stay still. Luckily this time she obeyed. The whole thing seemed to be
slowly coming away from the wall so I held it up with one hand and then broke
away the boards that held her with the other until she was free. By moving up
the ladder, I was able to push her high enough for her to reach the window ledge
and pull herself up. I was still......." Harry passed out.
Larry laid her on the bed and was about his fury on Brenda when Harry opened her
eyes again. "It's okay," she whispered tiredly, "She can tell you the rest. She
saved me."
"Well?" Larry asked angrily.
Brenda took up the narrative. "I'm sorry Larry, Sorry Harriet."
"Get on with it!"
"I had a good hold on the window sill and could look down. I could see Dwarfie,
sorry Harriet, wouldn't be able to get down without the veranda falling on top
of her. I put my feet through the hole in the boards and shouted to her to put
my toes under a bearer. She did and I was able to hold it in place until she got
down and out of the way. She came in here and then you arrived."
Brenda was now naked and Skip washed her scratches especially those on her feet
where the wood had abraded the flesh as finally the weight won its battle with
her toes. All seemed superficial and while she might have some bruising under
her tits later, she seemed okay.
"Aren't you in pain as well?" asked Skip. Harriet, now sitting up again,
admitted she was, especially her chest. The weight of Brenda on her shoulders
and the weight of the veranda had started the cracked ribs hurting again."
"I suppose now I deserve another thrashing," Brenda stated, "But please go easy.
I am sorry for what I did. I am sorry for what I did earlier. I have been ever
since I saw her on the first day but I wouldn't admit it to you."
"Well I certainly think you deserve a thrashing Brenda, but I'm not going to do
it..." Larry stated. Brenda looked in askance at him when he didn't appear to
end the sentence. "Harry is." He removed his belt and gave it to her. Taking the
towel Skip had used to dry her wounds, he tied Brenda's wrists to the bed head.
"Harry, we'll leave you with her. Call if you need help."
Left alone, Harriet sat alongside Brenda, her body was indeed very sore and she
felt tired but she had some pride and wanted to make sure Brenda knew who was
boss. Taking the belt she placed it across Brenda's bare arse and left it there.
The girl flinched as she felt the leather touch her skin and was surprised when
Harriet didn't pick it up again. As she watched Harriet removed her muddy shoes
and placed them under the bed. Slowly and painfully standing again, she untied
the towel binding Brenda to the bed head and freed her wrists. This wasn't what
Brenda was expecting. "What are you going to do?" she asked, puzzled. Harriet
didn't reply but climbed on the bed and lay alongside her.
"Nothing. I'm tired, you're stressed from your ordeal. Enough hurt has been
done. Just feel the leather on your bum and think what I could have done.
Imagining the hurt should be enough for today. You could have let me be killed,
but didn't." Harriet put her arms around the girls neck and pulled her close.
Brenda cried. Cried real tears of sorrow for what she had done. After all the
hurt she had caused, Dwarfie had risked her own life to help her and was then
taking her revenge with kindness. That in a way was worse than a thrashing.
"I'm so sorry Dwarfie," she muttered and then remembered, Sorry, Miss Harriet."
"It's okay, Bren. It is not so much what you say, as the way you say it." When
Larry looked in after half an hour, they were both asleep, cradled in each
other's arms.
*****
"How many fucks did it take for him to agree to let us go?" Brenda started to
taunt Skip as they lay on their cell bed for the last night. The door was no
longer locked and there were no restraints, no hobbles.
"Actually we only did it three times and the last was some days ago. And then we
did it for pleasure. I just asked him if I could see mum and dad again soon and
he agreed. So don't you start being a bitch again." She gripped Brenda's tits.
They were very tender from having partly supported her weight on the balcony.
"Remember you are not boss girl now. We have our separate lives to live." She
pulled Brenda to her and felt a thigh slip between her legs and added, "But
sometimes people need to be close." Her thigh too found it's way against her
friend's crotch. Both started gently humping each other. Their lips met. "This
is probably the last chance we'll get to do this so let's make memorable." For
the next hour, their bodies intertwined until each had climaxed a number of
times and they were exhausted.
"Larry?" Skip asked as they prepared to leave, "Would you let me come back again
after the weekend? I'd work hard. I'd be a sort of free slave."
"No," Larry's definite reply startled and surprised her and the others round the
table. Larry waited, "You can have a paid job here as general help, at least
until Harry is fully recovered. By then you may decide you want to do something
else. Or have a husband or who knows. Job starts Monday."
