Preston began to speak. “Actually, you should know I've had a minor setback recently, and haven't been able to break her in as well as-” He broke off, surprised as Suzy slowly began nodding her head.
Hilda laughed like a schoolgirl. “Oh, it's delightful,” she cooed. “It thinks I'll be easy because I'm a woman.” Again she addressed Preston. “That's fine Mr. Smith. I understand your warning, but I'll take it as is. I've always wanted to break in a raw, unwilling, slave. Just didn't want the risk of obtaining it on my own. That's precisely why I contracted with you.'
Preston nodded. “All right, then,” he said extending his hand to shake Hilda's. “Let's get… ‘it’ into your car then.'
“Would you be a dear and carry it for me,” she said with a wink. “I'm just a woman, you know.'
Preston laughed as he hoisted Suzy onto his shoulder and headed out toward the Lexus SUV. “Not at all,” he said. “Don't mind at all.'
Megan raised her head and attempted to yawn but her mouth was already stretched wide from the giant rubber ball shoved inside. She couldn't believe she had actually slept sitting in the hard chair Joe had tied her to-not that she had much choice in the matter. She opened her eyes and looked around.
“Sleep well?” Joe asked as he stood and walked over to her. He unbuckled the strap holding the rubber ball in her mouth and popped it out.
Megan worked her jaw and licked her dry lips. “No,” she muttered.
“That'll change once you realize you're never going back to your old life. I phoned Jon and left a message we were running off together.'
“What? You son of a bitch!” she shrieked, her cries waking her roommates in bondage.
Joe smiled at her. “Thanks. That's what Jon's probably thinking too. Shame he can't call back and tell me how he really feels.'
“Why can't he?'
“Phone's dead. I didn't bring the charger with me,” he said as he went over to Angel. He slowly untied her from the torturous position he had beaten her unconscious in. Angel was awake, and eerily calm. She didn't resist as Joe released her.
“Figures,” Megan muttered. “I have to go to the bathroom.'
“So?'
“So, untie me and let me go to the fucking bathroom.'
He laughed at her. “Piss in the chair, bitch.'
“That's gross.'
“You'll have to clean it up, too.'
Megan shook her head and looked away from him. Tears welled in her eyes as she imagined her husband's response to that message. He would hate her. Her life with him was over now. Life itself seemed over. She was stuck here in this remote cabin with a seriously unstable brother-in-law who thought it was okay to keep four women bound and gagged, and forced to piss on the floor.
“Joe.” It was Angel's raspy voice Megan heard. She turned to look at the girl who used to be the devoted slave of the late Preston.
“What?” said Joe.
“Take me. I'll be your slave.” Angel stared into Joe's eyes and smiled weakly.
“Excuse me?'
“I need to be controlled. I… I don't know how to live without a master. And now that Preston's gone…” She let her voice trail off. Her lips quivered for a few seconds as she struggled to control herself. She took a deep breath. “I think you would be the perfect Master for me, now. You're so strong and forceful.'
Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing. Joe had murdered Preston and now Angel was begging Joe to be her master. What the fuck? Was Angel really that much of a two-faced selfish bitch?
Joe looked as if he'd been awarded the Nobel Prize for Greatness. “Really?” he asked her.
“Yes, Master Joe. Please take me as your Slave Angela.'
Joe snorted. “You bet I will.'
Angel smiled at him then leaned down and kissed his hand. “Thank you. Master.'
“Awesome,” Joe said, caressing Angel's hair.
“Now,” she said, standing up. “Let's have some fun with these bitches. I'm in the mood to kick a little ass.” Megan shivered as Angel turned and glared at Sharae, then Melissa, and finally Megan. “Starting with sweet slut Sharae.'
Sharae shook her head and whimpered. Megan could only imagine how sore her tits were after being used as pin cushions. She stared at them, each covered with dozens of tiny scabs from the needles.
“Okay!” Joe jumped up and started towards Sharae. “I think she could use some more of them needles. In her cunt this time.'
“Uh-Joe?” said Angel. “Wait.'
“What's wr-” That was all he got out before Angel swung her fist around and caught him across the face in a solid right hook. It happened so fast Megan jumped as though she'd been hit herself.
Joe stumbled back but didn't fall. Angel didn't hesitate, but swung her left fist and hit him under his jaw, sending him reeling backward.
Megan cheered silently as Angel looked around the cabin for something to hit him with. Her own scream echoed Angel's as Joe, having recovered, tackled Angel to the hard floor. They landed with a thud and rolled along as they both tried to get the better of the other.
Suddenly Joe screeched and held his groin. He fell off Angel and curled into a ball, clutching his family jewels. Angel stood, kicking him in the head and body.
“Run!” Megan screamed at Angel. “Get out of here! Get help!'
Angel stopped kicking and looked at Megan, Sharae, and Melissa, debating the consequences of her getaway.
Joe was starting to get to his feet, groaning all the way.
“Go!” Megan urged. “Please! Don't worry about us.'
Angel didn't hesitate then. She turned and ran out of the cabin and disappeared into the thick forest.
Megan's heart was thumping in her chest as she watched Angel escape. She knew there was no way Angel could totally overpower Joe. Not in her weakened condition. She had to get away. Now she understood Angel had said those things to play Joe, use his massive ego against him. And Joe, the gullible sucker he was, fell for it.
Joe staggered toward the door, but was obviously in no condition to run after Angel. He turned and let out a loud, inhuman scream, scaring the daylights out of Megan. She gaped at him, wondering how such a horrible sound could come out of a human being.
“Shit! Fuck! You goddamn stupid cunt!” Joe yelled at her. “I was about to get her, and you told her to run!'
Megan shrank back in her chair, as much as she could. She swallowed hard as Joe advanced slowly toward her, his eyes burning in fury.
“You are one dead bitch, Meggie.'
CHAPTER 33
Preston carefully stacked the money he'd made from the sale of Suzy in his safe. He stared at it a moment. What good was all this money now that Angel was gone? He'd get her back-he had to.
For a moment his mind drifted off, daydreaming. He remembered how she'd fought when he first captured her after that night at the club. He knew right away that she was different. She was a keeper from the very start.
She'd been so shocked at first that a man would just take a woman like that, but it didn't take her long to
