in a “rope bra,” making her tits stand out prominently. She watched Joe as he stomped around the room, cursing his own stupidity. It was over for him. No doubt Sharae had gone straight to the police to report him.
He had to get out of there, pack up Melissa and set up camp somewhere else. Thinking of his slave, he walked over and sat down on the bed next to her. He smiled at her.
“Did you have a nice day?” he asked her.
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. She nodded.
“Good. Now answer me this. Do you have any idea where Sharae went?'
Joe saw the battle in her eyes. He could tell she knew something, but was debating whether to protect Sharae or her own gorgeous hide.
“C'mon, Missy. Answer me,” he said, squeezing her left nipple.
Melissa's eyes filled with tears and she motioned her head toward the desk.
Joe walked over and smiled. Sharae may have been sneaky when planning her escape, but she didn't think of covering her tracks. His address book lay open. Preston's phone number and address stared back at him. Of course! It made sense. That was where she had gone. There had been times over the past week when he was sure she was getting horny in her bondage. But no matter how hard he beat her or how painfully he tortured her, she continued to resist him. Maybe Preston had brainwashed her somehow, programmed her like a homing pigeon. That bastard!
Joe convinced himself Sharae hadn't gone to the cops, but he'd still move out of the house for a while just to be safe. The old family cabin would do for now. Then, after he got Melissa situated, he'd go back to reclaim what was rightfully his-and maybe grab a little extra while he was at it.
CHAPTER 22
Angel leaned down and dropped the blonde on the floor of the playroom. She studied the bound girl writhing and whining on the floor. Reaching down she massaged the woman's breast gently. “You like this, don't ya?'
The woman stared up, eyes widening as Angel molested her. She began to cry, fat tears cascaded from her eyes.
Angel stood again, disgusted. “Dumb cunt,” she muttered. She was no Sharae. Or even a Melissa. They both had spunk which was a refreshing change from most of the women Preston kidnapped. Angel smiled to herself as she remembered the passionate lovemaking she and Sharae had shared-and the punishment they both had received…
Even so, she was still glad they were gone. Especially Sharae. Angel knew Preston had taken a liking to the blonde princess, but considered herself to be Preston's only slave. She didn't want to share his attention with any other. An occasional dalliance was fine, like this sniveling blonde, who would be gone by the next day. But having another girl in the house twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week? Angel shuddered at the thought.
She waited a few minutes for Preston, but still he didn't return. What in the world was keeping him? Surely no uninvited guest stayed this long. After five long minutes, Angel sighed and walked out of the room. “Master?'
She heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Puzzled, she hurried along, instant fear coming to mind. What if something happened to Preston?
“Master? Are you-” Her words died on her lips. Preston was in a heavy lip-lock with Sharae! The image went straight to her heart.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Angel demanded angrily, her jealousy spilling forth.
No sooner were the words uttered, then she regretted saying them. Preston looked up at Angel, his eyes narrowed into angry slits. Silently, he took a step toward her.
She wanted to throw herself to her knees and say she was sorry, but she was paralyzed. Preston took another step, his muscles tensing. “What did you say, bitch?!” he shouted.
“I-” Angel tried to say something, but froze. She'd never said anything like that to Preston, never used that demanding tone of voice. How would he react?
With a suddenness that took her breath away, he was on her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. “What do you mean by that, sweet Angel?” he yelled with sarcastic emphasis on “sweet.'
“I'm sorry, Mas-'
“Are you questioning me?'
“No, I was just so surprised to see-'
“Are you forgetting your place?'
“I didn't mean-'
“You didn't mean shit!” He shoved her violently against the wall, then struck her across the face with the back of his hand.
Collapsing to the floor, a flood of tears coursed down her cheeks. She clutched at his ankles, sobbing, “I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry.'
Kicking her away, he growled, “Go crawl back to your room and wait for me. And you'd better be wearing your harness gag when I get there.'
As Angel crawled away, Preston continued to mutter. “I'll teach you to question me.” He turned away and called Sharae over to him. “Now where were we?'
When Angel got to her room, she found her harness gag and strapped it on tight. With her sobs, it was difficult to breathe, but she knew she'd better not make her Master any angrier than he already was. Yet, as she knelt in the corner waiting, the question lingered in her mind. What was Sharae doing here?
Melissa tugged uselessly at her bonds. Her jaw felt numb from the huge ball-gag jammed in her mouth. Joe had tied her into a snug little ball and set her on the hard wooden floor. She lay there seething. The past week had been nonstop humiliation and pain.
She remembered Preston's tortures had included an erotic element, though she hated to admit it. But Joe was purely sadistic. Her body was covered with welts, bruises, burns, and pinprick scabs. God! How she wished she could turn the tables and give Joe a little of it back. No, make that a lot of it back. The very thought of it made her moist.
Joe was on the phone and Melissa could tell he was talking to Preston, trying to pump him for information about Sharae. She was glad the blonde had escaped, although she wished Sharae could have freed her as well. If only Sharae could have found the keys to the cuffs that held Melissa at the time. She found it hard to believe Sharae would go back to Preston instead of turning in both of these monsters, but it seemed she'd done exactly that.
Putting her thoughts aside, Melissa listened to Joe's conversation.
“Yeah, pretty quiet around here, too. Still getting these two bitches broken in. Your were right. They're damned ornery.'
He chuckled at something Preston said, then went on. “Actually, I called to see if you had a chance to check out Megan yet. My sister-in-law, remember?… Great! What did you think?… Yeah, she's a babe all right. A real cock teaser too. Can you find a buyer for her?… No shit? So soon?… Um, I was wondering, and I know this is very unusual, but could I come with you when you snatch her? I wanna see that bitch get it, and maybe pick up a few pointers along the way… Cool!'
Melissa wondered what Joe was up to. He wanted Sharae back, so why was he playing buddy-buddy with Preston?
He hung up the phone and looked down at her, grinning. Laughing, he rolled her over a few times with his foot, causing her to groan in pain as her tightly bound body slapped against the floor. At the door, he finally stopped and leaned down to twist her already sore nipples, again.
“Yup,” he said cheerfully. “Just gotta get you stashed away and lay low for a day or two. But you'll soon have a playmate again. Or two. Or maybe even three.” He laughed again as he picked her up and headed for the car trunk.
