and moaning for the last half hour-or was it a full hour?
She thought of her boyfriend. He'd know something was wrong when she didn't come home. He'd alert the police and they would investigate. They'd see this nimrod's van on the surveillance tapes, trace it, then they'd hunt him down. She and the other woman would be saved!
Sharae felt a little calmer. All she had to do was wait for the police to arrive. She wouldn't have to endure the whims of this madman for long.
Angel watched out the picture window as cars drove by below. The house was set on a hill and had a long driveway, hidden from the main road. She loved the house. It was so perfect for Master Preston and her.
He was out that evening on business. She was supposed to be tying herself up for him, but she figured she still had plenty of time.
When headlights suddenly shone in the driveway, she jumped. He was home!
“Shit!” she cried and sprinted to the toy box. She grabbed several lengths of white cotton rope and tossed them on the floor. Using one of them, she quickly bound her ankles together. She was just starting on her wrists when she heard the garage door open.
Angel heard footsteps and muffled moans in the hall. She tied off her wrists the best she could before realizing she'd forgotten her gag. She panicked knowing she had no time to get it. Master Preston was not going to be happy.
The door swung open quickly and Preston entered the room, dragging his heavy, writhing sack. From her position, kneeling by his favorite chair, Angel looked up fearfully. She held her loosely bound hands up as though praying her Master wouldn't notice the lack of a gag.
Preston dropped the end of the sack, and stood shaking his head. “Waited until the last minute again, didn't you, my angel?'
She lowered her head. “Yes, Master.'
“Not even a gag… Well, I'll deal with your punishment later. Fortunately for you, I'm in a very forgiving mood right now. I managed to snare two birds with one stone.” He laughed and Angel looked up with the beginnings of a hopeful smile on her lips. He motioned with his head. “Come and see.'
She stood and shuffled across the room. As she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She liked the way her red bustier almost matched the color of her hair. She also liked how it lifted her breasts as if in offering to the man who had collared her.
As Angel approached, Preston opened the sack, and shook it from the closed end. The contents tumbled out onto the floor. Angel gasped when she realized he'd meant the “two birds” comment literally. There, sprawled out on the carpet, were two beautiful, bound women.
CHAPTER 3
Angel cooed in delight as she appraised the two women. One was slender and curvy, blonde with fiery green eyes. The other was a buxom brunette with eyes of chocolate brown. Both were cuffed and taped, and stared back at her. The brunette's large breasts mesmerized Angel. Surely those can't be real, she thought.
Angel knew the brunette. It was Melissa Brentwood, whom Angel referred to as ‘that bitch', ever since she had snubbed Preston at Club 27. If Melissa was unhappy now, it was her own fault for being such a bitch then.
Club 27 was one of the most happening spots in town, and where Preston had found Angel. She had been with her then fiancee, Joe, at the time. They had gotten into a fight and Angel literally plowed into Preston while running from the dance floor. She'd had a few too many drinks and ended up going home with Preston, only to wake up the next morning spread-eagled and gagged on his bed.
She had resisted him at first, but discovered that his taking total control of her what was exactly what she craved. It wasn't long before she'd given herself to Preston, mind, body and soul. She became Slave Angel and her former existence as Angela Carlisle was forgotten.
Melissa stared fearfully at Angel for a moment. She moaned and pleaded with her eyes. Angel laughed, knowing what Melissa was hoping.
“I'm not here to let you go, sweetie. Oh, no. In fact, I get to have my own fun with you.” Angel looked at Preston, who nodded his approval. Melissa moaned in despair and began another frantic but futile attempt at freedom.
Angel turned her attention to the blonde who recoiled in fear. “What about her, Master? Who is she?'
Preston shrugged his broad muscular shoulders. “I have no idea. Just some dumb blonde who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.'
Angel smiled greedily. “Do we keep her then?'
“For a while, or until we tire of her. Although…” He looked the blonde over, his eyes exploring every inch of her body. “We might not tire of her.” The blonde glared at him and shook her head, growling angrily behind her gag.
Angel nodded. “I know what you mean, Master. She's cute, but I think she needs an attitude adjustment.'
Preston chuckled. “Don't they all?'
“May I, Master?” Angel asked. Her eyes implored Preston for the first shot at the blonde.
Preston wagged his finger at Angel. “I don't think so, slave. You've been a naughty girl.'
Angel bowed her head. She'd forgotten about her failure to complete his bidding. Now she had to face her punishment. She suppressed a smile, as she looked forward to it.
“I'd better make sure these two can't get into any mischief while I'm dealing with you.” Preston grabbed his roll of duct tape, then quickly and efficiently sealed the girls’ fingers together. It looked as if they were wearing silver mittens. He pulled each girl roughly across the floor to opposite ends of the room. Joining ankles to wrists, he taped them into strict hogties, then he used short chains to leash them to eyebolts set low in the walls.
Angel watched eagerly as Preston secured their guests before turning his attention to her. He picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her back to the toy box, then set her on her feet and surveyed the assortment of ropes and straps on the floor.
“Angel, Angel, Angel,” he admonished her. “You know you're supposed to clean up after yourself.'
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, biting back a remark about him arriving home earlier than planned. She knew not to question him.
“Sometimes I think you wait till the last minute on purpose. I think you enjoy being punished.” He walked in a slow circle around her, eyeing her lovely body up and down. “Isn't that right?'
“Yes, Master.” She yipped in surprise as his hand found her ass with a slap.
“Yes, what?'
“Yes, I enjoy your punishments, my Master.'
Preston smiled. “Good. That's what I like to hear.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down in front of the toy box. “Pick your gag.'
Angel eyed the assortment of gags mixed in with the ropes. She picked a medium sized red ball-gag with a thick leather strap and held it up to him. She knew this was his favorite-it silenced her so nicely.
Preston took the gag and immediately pressed the ball into her mouth. He bent her forward, lifted up her rich, dark red hair and buckled the strap to its tightest position.
Pulling her to her feet, he quickly untied her loose wrist bindings, then turned her around and pulled her arms behind her. He looped the rope several times around her wrists, cinched it down and tied the knots out of her reach. Taking another coil of rope, he wrapped it around her elbows, pulling them together and forcing her lovely chest to stand out even more. After grabbing several more lengths of cord, he lifted her up over his shoulder again, and carried her off to the playroom.
