A Small Price To Pay | By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jarrod knew what the telegram said before he even opened it. His hand clenched, crumpling the paper as he read it.
Be there Friday
He closed his eyes tightly. The bile rose in his throat as the memory of being repeatedly raped by Jordan’s associates came back full force and Jarrod forced it down. He couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t sure if he could do anything if the Coastal and Western went after the farms in the valley, but when he’d gotten back home, he’d arranged for protection for his family. At least he shouldn’t have to worry about his family when he told Jordan the deal was off.
Scribbling a quick message to tell Jordan it was finished, he handed it to the waiting messenger and when the boy left his office, Jarrod breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. He no longer had to submit to Jordan’s cruelty and humiliation and got back to work with an easier mind.
Jarrod was gathering up his papers to head home when the messenger tapped on his door again.“Mr. Barkley? A reply to your message, sir.”
Jarrod took the paper with trepidation.
Your mind will change
His stomach knotted in fear and something told him he needed to get home right away. He barely remembered to tip the messenger before he locked the office behind him and immediately retrieved his horse to ride for home.
Jingo was lathered and blowing when they thundered through the gate and even though he usually saw to his mount’s needs first, he just tossed the reins to the first stable hand he saw and rushed to the house.
But he was intercepted by one of the ranch hands he’d hired, without Nick’s knowledge, to watch their sister.
“Mr. Barkley, Miss Audra realized I was keeping an eye on her.” The man’s face was apologetic. “She took off on that black gelding of hers. I tried to follow, but my horse stumbled and I lost her.”
Oh, god, Audra. “You probably did what you could,” Jarrod assured him, but his heart was full of dread. “Get some of the men. Let Nick know she’s missing and start looking for her. I’ll be along in a moment.”
The man nodded and went to get a horse. Jarrod slumped against one of the pillars. How could he really have thought Jordan couldn’t get to them? Especially his sister. Headstrong, wilful little Audra whose rebellious streak had only intensified since their father’s death and who would never let anyone try to protect her. If something had happened to her, Jarrod had only himself to blame. Did it really matter what he was subjected to at Jordan’s hands if it meant his little sister was kept from harm? She might just be out riding, he told himself. She might come back all on her own. But he didn’t really believe it. Pushing himself off the pillar, Jarrod headed out in search of his missing sister.
Jarrod was soon joined by his youngest brother Gene. Being only a year apart in age, Gene and Audra were incredibly close and Jarrod practically had to force Gene to stop searching when it grew too dark to see. He sent the tired youngster straight to the house when they got home and took both horses to the barn himself.Nick was there, pulling the saddle off his dark horse. “Any luck?”
Jarrod shook his head wearily, eyes downcast as he loosened the girth. “No.” He didn’t know if he could ever look any of his family in the eye again if something had happened to Audra.
“Of all the stubborn, obstinate…” Nick muttered under his breath as he rubbed down Coco. “When she gets back, I swear I’m gonna tan her backside, then lock her in her room and throw away the key.”
Jarrod winced. There was a very good chance she was already locked away and if she’d been taken on Jordan’s orders and those associates were anything like the others Jarrod had met… He refused to let his mind go there. She had to be all right.
He and Nick took care of the horses and headed to the house, but again they were intercepted by one of the men.
“Mr. Barkley,” the cowboy said, holding a yellow paper out to Jarrod, “this was delivered for you.”
Telegrams were starting to make Jarrod sick to his stomach. But he forced himself to take it and open it.
Business will be concluded satisfactorily upon your arrival
Jarrod knew exactly what business it meant. He folded the telegram and stuffed it into his pocket. “I think Audra was kidnapped, Nick. I need to go to San Francisco.”
Nick scowled. “Ransom demand?”
“Just a lead. You keep looking around here.” Jarrod grabbed Nick’s arm, as much to reassure himself as his brother. “I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”
Nick nodded grimly. “Don’t make me come looking for you, too.”
Jarrod forced a smile and nodded back before heading to the barn to get another horse to ride into town and catch the next train to San Francisco and Hannibal Jordan.
“Come in.” Jordan looked up from his food as Jarrod entered room 7. “I see you came to your senses.”Jarrod stood firm. This was his choice, he reminded himself. “Let her go, Jordan.”
Jordan dabbed at his face with a napkin. “Our deal still stands?”
“It does.” Jarrod forced himself to breathe as Jordan got to his feet and came over. He spun Jarrod around, tied his hands behind him tightly with the napkin, dragged him to the bed and pushed him down. He tore Jarrod’s pants open and pulled them down until his boots stopped them. “Just so you don’t change your mind while I send a message. Don’t worry, the little fool might be scared, but she isn’t hurt.”
Jordan left the room. Jarrod could only lie on his back, stare at the ceiling and imagine the horrors Jordan had in store for him.
He didn’t have to wait long; Jordan returned a few minutes later. Locking the door behind him, he rolled up his sleeves and retrieved something from the suitcase in the corner. “You do know you need to be punished,” Jordan told the bound man as he swished the whip through the air with a whistle. “And you need to be reminded who you belong to.”
Jarrod gritted his teeth as Jordan rolled him onto his stomach to expose his backside. His father had switched him a couple times when he was younger, but never often and never very hard. This was bound to be much worse.
He tried, but he couldn’t stop a yelp at the stripe of pain from the first stroke.
“We can’t have someone hear you.” Jordan grabbed a handful of Jarrod’s hair, forcing his head up, and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. Then the whipping started in earnest. In a way, Jarrod was thankful for the cloth that almost choked him; it gave him something to bite on as the pain radiated through him with every blow. He tried not to show anything, but the agony was such that tears streamed down his face and he couldn’t help small whimpers from escaping.
Then the blows stopped and Jarrod was able to breathe for a moment. But Jordan pulled his head up by his hair again and held a blood-smeared hand in front of his face. He moved around so Jarrod could see that he’d stripped off his pants and then Jordan made a show of coating his erect penis with Jarrod’s blood.
“I think this should go in nice and slick.” Jordan moved out of sight and it wasn’t long before he was thrusting hard into Jarrod’s ass, making the torment of the beating even worse with the brutal fucking. Jarrod couldn’t take any more; the lack of sleep, worry for Audra and the severe pain conspired together and he blacked out.
But the blissful darkness didn’t last long. Jarrod woke to a searing pain in his cheek and his head snapped to the side when Jordan’s hand struck him again.
Jordan leered as Jarrod’s eyes opened and Jarrod flinched when the hand came down again, but that time Jordan only gave his cheek a condescending pat. “Now you’ll be a good boy and come when I ask next time, won’t you?”
Jarrod was shaky and sweating but managed a weak nod.
“Good.” Jordan patted his cheek again before reaching around to untie Jarrod’s hands. “I have to go. I’ll trust you to see yourself out.”
Jarrod slumped back and rubbed his wrists as Jordan left. He struggled upright, flinching when the dried blood caused the covers to stick to his abused back and buttocks, but he managed to pull off his boots and take his pants off the rest of the way. He was thankful there was water in the washbasin as he grabbed a towel and did the best he could to clean the blood and semen from his legs and backside. Dressing slowly, Jarrod was glad at least one button was still fastened to his pants and limped down to the lobby of the shabby hotel and out to the street.
He was able to hail a cab not far away and as he was bumped and jostled along the streets, Jarrod hoped he wouldn’t pass out before they got to Baldwin’s Hotel where he’d arranged for a room before he went to meet Jordan. He was able to hang on, but he was still surprised that he could walk when they got there.
Another telegram was waiting for him when he retrieved his key, this one from his brother, and Jarrod read it quickly.
Audra home safe
Jarrod breathed a sigh of relief. It had been worth it. “Can you send a reply for me?” he asked the hotel clerk. “That I got the message but I need to be in the city for a few days?” It would take a few days until he was recovered enough to go home without any awkward questions.
“Of course, Mr. Barkley,” the clerk said and Jarrod tried not to limp on his way up the stairs to his room. Once safely inside with the door locked, Jarrod collapsed face down across the bed and hoped he wouldn’t wake any time soon as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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