regular dildo is used for.'
“While it's strapped on my mouth?” asked Sharae.
Angel nodded.
Chuckling, Preston took one of the gags and shoved the plug into Sharae's mouth. He buckled the strap tight, then repeated the process with Angel. He turned Angel around so she lay in the opposite direction as Sharae.
Spreading Sharae's legs, he pressed Angel's head between them, guiding the large dildo projecting from her mouth toward Sharae's cunt. The fake penis slid in easily, as Sharae was juiced up nicely in anticipation. He took a short length of chain and attached it to Angel's collar, then passed it between Sharae's legs and fastened the other end to the back of Sharae's belt. He tested Angel's range of motion, pushing and pulling her head, and adjusted the chain until it was just short enough to prevent her from pulling the dildo completely out of Sharae's pussy.
During the whole process, Sharae moaned and squirmed as she was filled and toyed with. Her moans became groans, though, when Preston turned his attention to her. Soon, she was chained with her head between Angel's frog-tied legs, and the dildo attached to her gag penetrating Angel.
Preston then took a pair of clamps and attached one end to Angel and the other to Sharae. The chain connecting the clamps had some slack, but not much. A second pair of clamps soon connected the girls by the other nipples.
Satisfied, Preston stood and slapped both girls on the ass. They squealed and writhed in their mutual bondage. “That should hold you while I'm gone,” he grinned. “Oh yes, one last thing. Try biting down on your plugs, girls.” Both did so, only to find that it made the attached dildo vibrate. This was a new modification Angel wasn't aware of. Again they squealed in horror and delight at the sensations. The vibration stopped after a few seconds.
Preston laughed as he pulled on his jacket. “Have fun girls.'
Before he left, he peeked into the playroom to make sure the blonde bimbo was still secure. She stood just as he'd left her, on tip-toes, arms pulled back in a severe strappado. She turned her head at the sound of the door, even though she couldn't see anything through the blindfold, and moaned pathetically behind her ball-gag. “Not much longer, bitch,” said Preston. “You'll soon be in your new home.” Then he closed the door and headed for his van.
CHAPTER 27
Preston slowed the van, trying to read house numbers, when he noticed Joe's car in one of the driveways. That must be the place, he thought. He pulled into the drive and stepped up to the door with a small satchel.
He pressed the doorbell and waited. When the door opened, he found himself facing an attractive woman of about 30. Her short, auburn hair was tousled and her face flushed. She clutched a robe about her. “Yes?” she asked.
“I'm here to meet Joe,” said Preston.
“Joe? But-'
“It's okay, Megan,” Joe's voice called from inside the house. “I told him to come. I didn't think you'd mind.'
She looked Preston up and down, then closed the door in his face. “What's this all about?” Preston could hear her yelling just inside the house.
He could hear Joe's voice in reply, but couldn't make out the words. Both voices quickly became angry whispers. Preston tapped his foot, trying to decide if he should just walk in. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of a scuffle and muted cries.
Flinging the door open, he rushed in just in time to see Joe desperately trying to hold onto Megan with one arm, while clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in terrified surprise. Her robe hung open revealing her shapely nude body beneath.
Without a word, Preston stepped forward and punched the struggling woman in the gut. With a loud huff, she slumped in Joe's grasp. He lowered her to the floor where she curled up, moaning in pain. Immediately, Preston tore open his bag and grabbed a ball-gag. He flipped Megan onto her stomach and sat on her, straddling her back and pinning her arms with his knees. Gripping her by the hair, he wrenched her head back and began forcing the ball-gag between her lips.
“You idiot!” he shouted at Joe. “Didn't you make up any kind of story to explain my coming here?'
“I was about to. I thought I could get in a quick fuck first.'
“Well, you thought wrong!'
Megan continued to struggle wildly, screeching into the gag.
“And you! Shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he slammed her face into the floor. Moving back, he pulled her arms behind her and squeezed her elbows close together. “Don't just stand there,” he called to Joe. “Hand me some rope.'
“Sure, Pres,” said Joe.
Soon, Preston had Megan's elbows bound tightly together. He stood and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her back into Joe's grasp, then lifted her face by the chin. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
“You're a regular hellcat,” said Preston, as he pulled Megan's robe open again. This time, he studied the view at leisure. Megan's ample chest heaved as she sucked air in through her nose.
CHAPTER 28
Joe paced the tiny cabin wall to wall as he pondered what had happened that day. He'd taken his gun with him to Megan's, determined to find out if Preston had stolen Sharae back from him. He'd pictured Preston on his knees, begging for his life, promising to return the stolen slave. But somehow, none of that had happened. Instead, he let himself get caught up in Megan's abduction and even let Preston scold him like a child.
But more important, he'd let Preston take Megan away to sell as a slave. Now he was having second thoughts. At the time, it seemed like the perfect solution to his long standing issues with that tease. But then again, she was his brother's wife. Who was he to judge his brother's choice of mates? Sure, he thought Jon would be better off without Megan. What kind of wife lusts after her husband's brother? But perhaps his brother knew a different side of her.
After Preston had left with her, Joe stayed behind to make it look like she'd packed up and left. Her suitcases were piled in the corner of the cabin next to Melissa.
Joe smiled and gazed at his own bound slave as she writhed in her bonds. Upon his return, he had fucked her until he exploded in her twice. The adventure with Megan had left him worked up, and Melissa was the recipient of all his pent up urges. He savored his slave's pitiful cries of pain as he plunged roughly into her. Afterwards, he tied her in a strict hogtie, her head yanked back by ropes tied in her hair.
Now she stared at him over the huge white ball-gag he had jammed into her mouth. Maybe it was him, but he thought her mouth was expanding. Probably because it was always full, with either a gag or his cock, he thought gleefully.
Abruptly, his thoughts returned to Megan and what Preston was probably doing to her at that moment. “I can't let him do it,” he muttered out loud. He stood and headed toward the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at Melissa. Sighing, he went over to her and knelt down beside her. He unbuckled the gag and popped it out of her mouth.
She groaned in relief. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Tell me, Missy,” he said to her. “Do you have a husband?'
“No.'
“Boyfriend?'
“Yes.'
He faltered for a moment. She stared at him, questioning, but his resolve quickly returned. “Correction, my
