proper respect. It'll become second nature.'
Again she wondered just what kind of madhouse she'd blundered into. She thought about the other girl, the one who apparently lived with this loon. She called him “Master.” She'd actually tied herself up for him.
As her mind reeled, she hardly noticed he'd released her hogtie, and was standing her up. Sharae stood uncomfortably as he slowly circled around her. His gaze covered every inch of her, from every angle, head to foot. He kept murmuring to himself, little approving sounds. “Mm hm… yes… nice…'
She couldn't believe how intensely he studied her. She blushed as she never had before. It was degrading, yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she actually felt pride at being the object of his approval.
Suddenly she felt him close behind her. “Just one little adjustment…” he muttered to himself. He grabbed her arms and pulled them closer together. She felt rope being wrapped around her elbows, pulling them tight. She groaned in pain and apprehension. Why he was binding her elbows when she was already handcuffed, and her fingers were useless in their duct tape mittens. He stepped in front of her again, his eyes wide, staring, burning into her chest. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of her own breasts jutting out so prominently.
Again he laughed. “You see, Sharae, how bondage improves the female form.” She shook her head numbly. “You deny it, but the proof is right there.” He stood aside and she could see herself in a mirror across the room. It looked as if she didn't have arms at all, they were bound so tightly behind her. Her breasts seemed to strain at her blouse. The sight made her feel vaguely warm and tingly inside.
Again she shook her head. “No…” she protested weakly.
He suddenly shoved a large red ball into her mouth until it wedged behind her teeth. She tried to resist, but he'd taken her by surprise. He buckled the attached strap tightly behind her head.
“I'm going to retrieve my girl from her punishment now,” he said. “I suggest you stay put. If you try to move around and lose your balance, the fall will be quite painful.'
She realized it was true. If she toppled with her arms bound as they were, she'd be unable to break her fall. Helplessly she stared into the mirror as he hurried off. Her gagged reflection stared back at her. As she looked at her own full lips held wide by the intruding ball, she again felt that warm tingling deep within her. Tears of shame and frustration fell down her cheeks.
CHAPTER 6
“You're slowing down.'
Angel's eyes popped open at the sound of her Master's voice. She looked over to see him leaning against the door, watching her as she slowly rocked her chair. She tried to speed up to please him, but had a rough time of it. Her body glistened with sweat from the effort of rocking and trying to pull back from the brink of the monster orgasm she felt.
“Did you come yet?” he asked, walking over to her.
She shook her head, “No, sir.” Through the gag, it sounded more like, “oh fir.'
He smiled and stroked her face. “You want to?'
She nodded enthusiastically. “Ef ir.'
He cut the tape holding her to the chair. “Maybe later. Right now, I need your help. We have to get our guests situated for the night.” When he finished, he helped her to her feet. The bonds remained on her wrists and elbows, the ball still stuffed in her mouth. “Would you like to help me?'
Angel nodded.
“Good.” He brushed her hair aside and unfastened the ball-gag, then untied the ropes around her elbows and wrists. She rubbed her arms and looked at him.
She followed him back to where Blondie and The Bitch were waiting. Blondie was by the far wall, balancing precariously on her bound ankles, trying not to fall. The Bitch was still in her original hogtie, her blouse was ripped open and her huge melons were decorated with rubber bands.
Angel smiled at Melissa. “Let's start with her.'
“My thoughts exactly,” said Preston.
The buxom brunette began to whine and struggle as they approached. Master and slave watched her for a minute, as she pleaded with her eyes. At last Preston spoke up. “What do you think we should do with this stuck-up bitch, Angel?'
Angel stared at Melissa's large breasts as they heaved with her frightened breathing. “Master, I can't think of anything that would be severe enough for her. Maybe a kneeling hogtie. Anything that keeps those fake boobies of hers accessible for some… treatment.'
Preston chuckled. “My, my, my. You girls can be so mean to each other. But I do think your idea would break her in nicely. Take those rubber bands off for now.'
“With pleasure,” Angel replied cheerfully as she knelt next to the whimpering girl. Carelessly, she hooked a finger under one of the rubber bands, and yanked it off. She had to pull hard, as the tautly stretched rubber clung to the soft flesh, resisting. Melissa squealed in pain.
Angel paid no attention as she roughly pulled off the remaining rubber bands. After the last one snapped free, Melissa sighed in relief. For the first time since entering the room, Angel looked the captive brunette in the face. “Don't get too cozy, bitch! These titties are gonna see plenty of action.” To emphasize the point, she gave her left nipple a firm squeeze and twist.
Angel heard Preston clear his throat and looked up. “You'll have plenty of time for that later,” he said. “Undo her leash. Let's get her into the playroom.'
“Yes, sir.” Angel released the leash with one hand while keeping her grip on Melissa's nipple with the other. As she leaned over, she gave the nipple another good twist.
“I saw that, Angel,” scolded Preston.
Lowering her head, she said, “Sorry, Master. I couldn't help it.'
“Hm…” he muttered, as he leaned down to cut the tape forming Melissa's hogtie. He lifted the captive and slung her over his shoulder. Angel followed close behind. When they came to the door, Preston stopped and turned around. Blondie stood in the same spot, teetering on her high heels, her eyes wide with terror. “Don't worry, Blondie, we'll be back for you soon.'
Melissa moaned into her gag as Preston carried her into another room. Her eyes widened as she looked around. There were many strange pieces of… furniture scattered about. A rocking chair of some sort, benches, tables, an X-frame, and modified monkey bars. Each looked frightening to the helpless girl.
“Sit,” Preston ordered Angel, pointing toward a corner.
He set Melissa down and she remained still while he cut the tape around her knees and ankles.
“Don't even think about kicking me, bitch.'
Melissa didn't move. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she regarded her abductor. She remembered him from Club 27. He was one of many guys she'd rejected, but none of the others had returned to kidnap her.
She winced as he viciously yanked the tape off her mouth. “Please let me go,” she begged pathetically even though she knew it was pointless.
“You know I can't, baby.” He stroked her hair gently, lovingly. It shocked Melissa that there could be a tender side behind all his cruelty.
Her lip trembled. “Please.'
He shook his head. “You shouldn't have turned me down, love. I always get what I want.'
“By kidnapping and tying up women for your own pleasure?'
“And for theirs. All women are sluts, you know. Most are experts at denying it, so it takes someone like me to release that inner slut.'
Melissa shook her head. “You're sick.'
His cold sneer made her shiver. “Thanks. But enough chit-chat for now. Time for you to get ready for bed. Angel,” he called to his accomplice.
Melissa watched as Angel sprang to his side. “Fetch some ropes and a nice gag. We're gonna make Melissa cozy for the night.'
Angel glared at Melissa before hurrying off.
