Pain shot down her imprisoned ankle and her chains rattled sharply as she straightened up in the saddle.Pain shot down her imprisoned ankle and her chains rattled sharply as she straightened up in the saddle. She looked over to Sue and noticed that her friend was shedding a tear. As the hours dragged on, they warned each other with a shrill whine, or by rattling their chains, when one or the other began to fall over. And when at last they were taken down from the horses, fed and chained up in the dungeon as they had been the previous day, they realized that they had made it through the ordeal by stamina, cooperation and genuine friendship. Even chained up tight as a drum, they were able to maneuver their bonds and their bodies to a position which allowed them to sit next to each other. Terry rested her head on Sue's shoulder and they enjoyed a few hours sleep. Around ten o'clock, Yvette led them from the dungeon to the room with the hanging cages and their sighs of disappointment almost drowned out the sound of approaching rain. This time, however, they relaxed their naked bodies against the bars of the cage and worked themselves into something that approached comfort. When Yvette came in at midnight to build up a fire against the dropping temperature, they were both sound asleep. |