on her nipples. Because of her bindings, she had to turn and open the door with her back toward it. When she turned back around to nod a greeting to their guest, her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened. She stared in shock at the familiar face of the man at the door.
The man's eyes were wide also. Joe Adams stared at his former girlfriend, cuffed and gagged, wearing next to nothing. “Angela?'
CHAPTER 16
Angel backed away from Joe, shaking her head. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. “It is you. What are you doing here? And why are you tied up like that?'
“Take your hands off my property!” Preston's commanding voice resounded across the room. He strode up, took Joe by the wrist, and turned him away from Angel. “You're a guest in my house. I'll thank you not to touch my things.'
“But she's my old girlfriend,” persisted Joe.
Preston gave him a warning look. “No. You're mistaken. This is my girl, Angel. There's no Angela here.'
Joe glanced at Angel again. Her eyes were lowered, staring fiercely at the floor and her cheeks were deeply flushed. Joe sighed. “Yes, of course. It couldn't be Angela. Just a strong resemblance, that's all.” He sounded unconvinced.
Preston placed his arm around Joe's shoulder. “Right, just a resemblance, an honest mistake. Come in and have a seat. Angel, bring Joe a cool one.'
The two men sat back in the plush leather chairs. “The girl I obtained for you is in the other room,” said Preston. “I'll bring her in soon.'
“Great! I can hardly wait to see her. Were you able to find one that matched my criteria?'
“Of course. Brunette. Huge boobs.” Joe grinned like a kid. “She's pretty feisty though,” continued Preston. “I wanted to discuss my optional training services. Any girl can be trained, but some require more… attention than others.'
“She's pretty wild, huh?” said Joe gleefully.
Preston frowned, as he considered the lump on his head. “Don't underestimate what a girl can do when she's not fully broken in. I've had plenty of experience and I assure you this one's a handful.'
“That's okay,” said Joe. “It'll be fun breaking her in myself.'
Preston nodded even though he knew it would not be as much fun as his client thought. “Nevertheless, here are my rates-Ah, here's your beer.'
Both men looked up and watched as Angel carefully hobbled over to Joe. A bottle of beer and an empty mug were balanced on the tray hanging from her nipple clamps. She stooped so he could take the beer, sighing in relief when the weight of the drink was removed from the tray, then she stood beside Preston.
Joe looked confused. “How did she get these things on that tray while bound like that?'
“Show him, Angel,” said Preston. The men watched as Angel demonstrated how the loose bindings allowed her to reach around just far enough to access the tray.
“Cool!” said Joe. “Can my girl do that, too?'
“She's not ‘your’ girl yet. But I think she has enough flexibility, yes. Most girls do. But like I said, she isn't trained yet. I think you should seriously consider these training packages. Even the basic two week course would be useful for a first time slave owner. And the three month package comes with a money back guarantee.'
Joe snorted. “Fine, I'll think about it. Let's see the girl now.'
“Of course.” Preston went to retrieve Melissa, but noticed that Joe had set his mug on the coffee table without using a coaster. “Please use a coaster on that table,” he said. “Or… Angel would be happy to serve as your drink stand.” Angel whimpered, but Preston grinned at the prospect of weighing down her tray again.
“Oh, I'll use the drink stand,” Joe replied brightly.
Preston nodded at Angel. She sighed, but obediently hobbled over to Joe. He placed the now half-filled bottle on the tray, took another sip from the mug and set it down too.
In the kitchen Preston headed straight to Melissa. He cradled her chin in his hand. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, forcing her to look at him.
“There's someone here to meet you, bitch. Misbehave, and I promise you'll regret it.” He smiled at the look of fear and dread spreading across the helpless girl's face.
Melissa squealed as Preston tilted her chair and began to drag it into the living room. He found Joe slowly walking around Angel, studying her. Without looking up, Joe muttered, “An amazing resemblance.” He glanced over as Preston turned the chair to present Melissa.
It was obvious all thoughts of Angel immediately vanished from Joe's mind. “That's her?” He sounded incredulous.
Preston nodded, pleased at Joe's reaction. “This is the merchandise.” Joe approached as Melissa squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. With her arms lashed behind her, her breasts seemed to take on super-human proportions. Preston glanced knowingly at Angel. There'd soon be one less girl in the house, and a substantial addition to his bank account.
Joe hesitated, as if he was almost afraid to touch the cruelly bound girl. “Go ahead,” prompted Preston. “Touch her. Feel her. Test her out as much as you like.'
“As much as I like?'
“Well, wait till you get her home for some things. But you can stand her up. Look her over. Tie her differently. Try a little whipping or spanking.'
As Preston spoke, Melissa grew more and more agitated. She seemed to finally grasp the reason she'd been snatched.
Joe became flushed, breathing heavily as he watched her renew her struggles against the confining cords. Suddenly, his hands were on her, fingers digging deeply into her yielding mounds. “Jeez!” he cried. “They're fantastic! And they're real! They're fucking real!'
Preston sat back in his chair and watched. He'd allow Joe as much time as he wanted to play with the girl. She was definitely high quality. Chuckling to himself, he thought, some products sold themselves.
CHAPTER 17
Joe Adams giggled like a boy as he played with the bound brunette's buxom bosom. “These are totally awesome.'
Preston chuckled. “Yes, they're quite a handful, and the constricting ropes enhance them nicely.'
“Where did you find her, anyway?'
“Let's just say I knew her before and figured she'd be perfect,” Preston said, enjoying the grimace on Melissa's face.
Joe straightened up, a look of contentment on his face. He stepped back to admire Melissa's tightly bound form once more. She was breathing heavily through her nose and around the snug ball-gag.
In the relative silence, Joe heard another sound. He knew immediately what it was. There was no confusing the sound of a woman moaning into a gag. He looked at Melissa, then at Angel. A look of confusion crossed his face. “Where's that coming from?'
Preston boiled inwardly at Sharae's loudness and intrusion on Melissa's display. “That would be another unruly… guest,” he answered.
Joe's eyes widened. “You mean, there's another girl here?'
“Yes.'
Joe considered this news for a moment. Melissa seemed perfect, but he couldn't help wondering what other delights were hidden in this house of bondage and slavery.
“Is she for sale too?'
