Preston patted Angel on the ass. “Come along, my sweet. Let's go play with our other toy, while this one finishes her attitude lesson.” As they left the room, he turned to Melissa again. “We won't be too long. Seven or eight hours, maybe a little more.'
Melissa groaned into her gag as they left. Eight hours? Her tits would be whipped right off after eight hours! As if on cue, the flogger whipped her left breast again this time from the lower right. Only three strokes; she'd guessed wrong.
CHAPTER 8
Sharae watched as Preston and his slave returned. She couldn't help but wonder what they'd done to the other woman. She heard muffled cries coming from the other room, and dreaded what they planned for her.
Angel circled her, as Preston had earlier. Sharae felt her face burn in embarrassment. She wasn't used to being scrutinized by another female.
“Can you handle her?” Preston asked.
Angel nodded. “Yes, sir.'
“Good. I'm going to take a shower. I expect you to be done with her and in bed when I'm done.'
“Yes, Master.” Angel watched as Preston gave Sharae's nipple a hard yank and a twist, causing the blonde to whine and tremble. He turned and strode out of the room.
Sharae looked into Angel's green twinkling eyes. The slave lifted Sharae as if she were a sack of potatoes which surprise her. Angel was small but obviously muscular. She stared at the ground as Angel carried her into the room where the brunette was whining. Her eyes widened as she took in the torturous position the woman was tied in and the machine whipping her cruelly bound breasts.
Angel carried Sharae to a table and set her down on the hard surface. There were holes drilled into the tabletop of varying size and shape. Angel picked up a knife and Sharae shuddered with fear as she saw the weapon coming at her. She shook her head and shrank back.
“Don't worry, Blondie, I'm not going to hurt you-just getting rid of your clothes.'
Sharae felt Angel carefully cut away her clothes until she was naked. Angel sat her up and stroked her breasts, lightly tweaking her nipples. Sharae blushed furiously as she felt her body betray her. Her nipples puckered at Angel's touch, bringing a knowing smile to the slave's lovely face.
“See, Blondie? You're a bondage slut. Just like me.'
Sharae shook her head. Angel laughed and picked up some more rope. She wrapped it around and around Sharae's chest, guiding it above and below her breasts, until her arms were solidly bound against her body. Angel laid her down again, positioning her so her breasts fell through two of the large holes in the middle of the table. More rope attached anchored her to holes in the sides of the table, holding her in place.
Angel locked a thick dog collar with a D-ring around Sharae's neck. She guided rope through the ring and tied each end to the corners of the table, pulling it taut. Sharae found she couldn't lift her head. Then Angel untied the ropes around Sharae's legs. She retied her ankles to opposite corners of the table, leaving Sharae spread wide.
Angel stepped back and looked at her creation, then smiled as she regarded the woman bound on the table. Something was missing. Angel thought for a moment, then picked up yet another rope and fastened a snug crotchrope on the helpless woman. It elicited a moan from Sharae as it rubbed against her clit.
Angel giggled. “Now for the fun part.” She got on her knees and scooted under the table. Near the holes where Sharae's breasts hung, was an electric pendulum-type metronome. It had been modified by Preston into another one of his torture creations.
Two chains equipped with clamps were attached to the end of the pendulum's swinging arm. Angel snapped the clamps to Sharae's dangling nipples. She adjusted the slack in the chain, leaving just enough so the pendulum could swing easily. She flipped the switch, setting the pendulum into motion, swinging back and forth. Tick, tock. As it swung, it pulled on each nipple alternately.
Sharae gasped as the torture began. She wiggled her bound body, but couldn't escape. She mewed into her gag and saliva dripped from her mouth onto the table. She was barely aware of what was happening around her. All she could think of was the tugging on her nipples.
Suddenly the metronome changed speeds, accelerating from adagio to a brisk presto. Sharae whined as her nipples were yanked furiously. Angel chuckled. “It changes tempo at random. Master likes to keep a girl guessing.'
Angel selected a large vibrator and long cord leading to a battery pack equipped with fresh batteries. She slowly worked the vibrator into the blonde's slick hole, shoving it all the way in and using the crotch rope to hold it in place. The woman's body shuddered at the new assault on her body.
“Nighty night,” Angel laughed to the two bound women. “I do hope you get some sleep. Tomorrow is a jam- packed day for you.” She taunted them then bounced out of the room, laughing as she headed toward her own room.
CHAPTER 9
Melissa tried to see what torment the other woman was suffering, but couldn't quite turn enough. All she could do was watch the tit-flogger randomly choose its next angle and listen to the “tick-tock” and buzzing sounds. Together, the moans of the two women created a chorus of suffering.
After a while, she was aware of sounds coming from another room in the house. The man, Preston was obviously doing something with the girl who lived with him. Melissa heard smacking sounds, giggles, and moans. At first the moans were loud, then they became muted, as if the girl had been gagged. Soon, the moaning became very intense. They were obviously moans of pleasure, punctuated by occasional squeals of pain-or was it delight? — she couldn't tell.
The sounds climaxed and eventually fell away into silence. Her captors must have fallen asleep at last. But there was no rest in the “playroom.” The motor of the tit-flogger continued as did the “tick-tock” and buzzing.
As impossible as it seemed, Melissa fell into fitful periods of sleep, despite some of the flogging. She felt more exhausted each time a particularly painful stroke roused her.
In contrast, Angel slept deeply, dreaming of being bound with soft cords and strong hands touching her. She awoke feeling refreshed and satisfied, eager to visit their guests.
“Good morning, girls. Sleep well?” Angel asked as she strolled into the playroom. Both machines were still busy torturing the women's breasts. The vibrator in the blonde's crotch was silent. The batteries had worn out, finally sparing Sharae multiple and heavy orgasms.
Melissa moaned in response to Angel's cheerful greeting. Sharae looked on passively as Angel went over to Melissa and turned off the machine whipping her tits. Melissa looked positively ecstatic and relieved. The exposed tops of her breasts were a deep reddish purple in color.
Preston sauntered into the room, looking surprisingly handsome. He wore the closest thing to a suit he would get into. Black jeans hugged his muscular legs, with a white dress shirt and black denim jacket. “Morning, ladies,” he said.
Angel turned and smiled brightly at him. “Morning, Master. Sleep well?'
“Sure did. I'm going into town this morning, Angel. You are not to touch either one of them. Just turn off Sharae's device and leave them tied.'
Angel stuck her lower lip out in a sexy pout. “But, Master-'
“No,” he thundered, cutting her off. “I'll be home later.'
Angel watched grumpily as he picked up a digital camera and began snapping pictures of Melissa. He walked around her slowly, capturing her bound image from every angle. After a dozen pictures, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
She shuddered and pulled back, then he smiled and went over to Sharae. She lay on the table with her eyes closed. Angel had already stopped the pendulum.
